4.25.2007

you were just like me, and i was just like you.

so.
i have returned,
i guess?
i caught the last train
of thought back to the city
from pluto
to put all of these
therapeutic revelations
into practice
these last hours.
and there's nothing
to say about the trip, really.
i just sat around
knitting reading writing painting
because sometimes not thinking
is just better.
my brainwaves always thrive
on preoccupation, and
i'm ok,
i guess.
ok.

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