I am not afraid to cut
where it is needed.
Speak in clipped lines,
it'll make you mysterious.
My thoughts are incomplete
at the worst of times
and needlessly sprawling
at the best of times.
My attention wavers
depending on how
interested I may
or may not be in you.
My vices know me
all too well. They know
when to find me,
what to say. Together
we do nothing
but consume a most
precious commodity.
Every waking is a testament
to our diminishing days,
to the hopes we have
yet to fill, the loves we have
yet to live. Take in the lives
of others, page by page,
word by word. There is truth
in experience. Journey alone
if you must, grow resolve,
move in all directions
when possible.
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