i'm doing a self-perpetuated loneliness thing.
i don't know why.
i keep having dreams in which someone i love tells me they are disappointed in me.
i think that's my subconscious feeling sad for doing what i promised to never do,
even though it's good as long as i look at it logically and not with the blood i have
that longs to be nomadic.
it has cooled off enough to wear flannel
i wish i could take off up a canyon and sleep there
watching shooting stars in a spot know one knows about
except me.
limits are an illusion.
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