36 x 36

what if,

you didn’t do,

any of it.

check, check, check.

& all those memories,

belonged to goldfish.

this void we dive into,

humans made of pixels,

muted & manicured,

balanced in freedom.

it is all temporary.

it is all dust.

i stare into the mirror,

looking down the long, sandy road,

and the tips of my toes,

such a journey,

a dream of brightness,

aglow in obscured reality,


may find me.


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