Crash into lives
That suddenly matter and
There are lives that simply don’t
Matter, but why is it when you try to represent yourself with a symbol it takes hold of you regardless of leadership or leaderless,
Samurai, do you ingest something when it is simply trial and error to attempt to be one,
Of the crowd, undeniable how magical and destroyable and you have destroyed and I am that you in metaphor you are,
Me, but why do tiny hairs on skin crowded together for warmth change a person into something that they are are not.
How easily forgotten what a good man is or how alarm bells sound and if that is meta and what could it possibly be for.
Took a razor to my face.
Opened a box and found a picture of,
A girl who never existed.