thoughtsonthebus

Don’t get into the habit of believing every thing I write here

is forever and ever,

amen.

it’s a moment. it’s fleeting.

but it exists.

it wells up, i spew it forth through my fingers

via the keyboard

and onto this once empty page.

And then,

normal, calm, happy,

talking to the cats, dancing in the rain,

smoking way to many ciggarettes, washed down with multiple cups

of my coffee.

Just normal, most of the time.

With occasional explosions of thoughts.

Thanks.

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