It' will be 8 years in December since I had my last official fuck you (me)! tantrum.
are you surprised?
I'm not either.
Well I am, who am i kidding.
blue skies have been swirling
sunny days have kissed me
pretty boys are lurking on the wayside
as i sit skipping rocks
cursing myself for the sharp stone i sit on
my fingers kneading one corner.
that small little corner that i smooth out
smoothing out over and over, hypnotized
looking out to the vast ocean i find myself in
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