How do people just
die? Is it like a computer, accidentally
hitting the shutdown button
instead of sleep?
Do computers have dreams
when they sleep? Does the internet
give them nightmares, like it does viruses?
Are we all just
addicted to addictions
and obsessed with obsessions, attached to an attachment
in the email you just sent me?
All this talk about loving myself first, working on
myself first, well, I’ve loved myself first,
I’ve worked on myself first but
what comes next?
Life and love experiences bounce within and between beings,
ricocheting without rhythm,
connecting and missing connecting flights
I’m planning to take, or which will take me,
far, far away, my troubles
getting caught in the clouds.
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