I guess, we are all dead swans behind bars.

my path on this platitudinous planet seems so ambiguous, so unclear, and people continue to flap their jaws. manufacturing words. mean nothing. THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED. you get stuck. you just get so alone sometimes. you mine your moist mind, wanting a reasonable reason. you lose hope. you cry. you rewind and do it all again the next day.

love has always been unwieldy in my undeserved paws. are you out there, dad, missed behind the mists. I care. I don't care. come here and talk to me, between the bars. come tell me how it is, again. I miss you and I'm glad you're gone. I feel raw and weird. something else. I feel apart.

there are worse things in this world.

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