#1
tripping over the thoughts of everything that i've loved,
everything that rots, everything that flourishes and
ties up in knots, nourishes the conscious
feeds that which must do, no
don't dont dont dont

i wont, but
maybe i'll find a duck
a sea lion or a child or
a pair of long socks
to wear when it gets cold
a pair of long pants to wear until old
long face in tall hats and longing old eyes
and a pair of pearl earrings in gold

maybe i'll feast on other relations
other peoples lives more exciting than my own
indulge, divulge, take in the sensation
maybe i'll stick around and see where you go
maybe i'll wait and think of where youve come from
may be that you were something i imagined
while musing in the shower or tripping over moons
while eating through a bowl of soul and not having a spoon
while wondering what what was wondering wonder what(?)
while wondering,

while wondering.
may be that i'm thinking of whatever isn't you
(is it you? is it you, it must be you)
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#3
thanks, idk, i think its the weather for me too. im not sure what i had thought, but i dont think i meant soup exactly, despite the spelling similarities
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theguitarist
minterman22
tateandlyle
& alaskan_ninja