i started watching downtown by mtv & the goth chic made me think of you
phantom regret?
you know,
̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶,
most times,
i get bummed about
life
in general,
like the
whole fucking experience,
because:
WHY?!
but, at times i
remember,
not unlike cartoons do with
curly cotton candy clouds:
i used to
bump warm moist pretties with this
capricorn plant mom/stoner/healer
chic;
she made the daintiest
pancakes, rolled
straight-to-the-point joints, fought
capitalism
in her mind,
and watched tons of
anime
i didn’t care enough to
comprehend.
another sojourner.
a smile will always
leak,
regardless of how wistful;
it is mopped up immediately
because: heartbreak.
because: LIFE.
and then i say a prayer.
for the
crumbs of myself
scattered across time’s trail:
the tochi’s inadvertently trapped within the walls of the hours,
the minutes,
and seconds of the year
2020.
i pray that they never,
even for
a fraction of a second,
forget to
fully immerse themselves in,
and
live in the moment.
the present;
or is it?
FIN.
