Sometimes you can only see
How beautiful the dark can be
From under tired eyes whose
smiles melt + warp like
bitter poison seeping into the
night, SLUDGING ALONG. mud on your feet and mud in
your dreams and -
from this mud grows something so much
stronger than any life form you thought held respect in the game
of life minus the spaces, every day I'm running out of places
(to hide)
while everyone around me wears recycled faces.