It's been crazy. College. A cold. Clogging. Less work than needed. Practice? It fits somewhere. Hit and miss writing.
But you don't want to hear about that. Then again, what do you want to hear about?
Hm, I'll just write.
About what?
thoughts a million miles away
on too many things than should exist
scattered far as the stars
one thing at a time
don't want to look
at the bigger picture
one step at a time
it's all that is bearable
one breath at a time
it's all that's possible
the night is clear
stars everywhere
the moon so bright
I know You're out there
and You're here
and You're going to work it out
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