oftentimes i feel myself drift like a piece of wood carried by the whims of the ocean wondering if the choices i made that brought me here were still justifiable to me (and telling myself that the placebo effect of alcohol is not and has not been my cup of tea staring at the late-january sunset feeling the biting wind nip the tip of my nose as it puffs out a cloud fogging up my glasses i ask myself why bother) and if my presence would be something to someone other than myself and then you somehow with a simple unprompted greeting
» gud nite
grounds my feet back
and i breathe again
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