27 aug 2018, Camden Coffee House

Double espresso.



Stories are not a one way street

and my small hands

need other hands to write

and other minds to read

and other places to grow.

I guess stories can end

where loneliness begins.

I guess it takes guts

To try again every time.

I guess it gets just to tiring

to never stop pretending

you're just here for a limited time

when you know stories go on forever.

It's a way of being immortal.

Who can ever deal with that

on their own?


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