i stood and looked from a distance
too many times lately
i've found myself looking at shadows of people
i loved, still love
looking now, close enough, unrecognizable
and empty, crumpled bag tossed aside
used up, no longer useful to the former occupant
standing free unseen, hopefully
watching the show
turning away, i unravel
too much, damn it, too much, now this again
and another look shows those walking that same direction
arriving too soon, no matter how far away
today i made a promise, there, to that shell
i once knew
live, she said, and don't concern yourself
with how it ends
i will, i said, and walked away, torn to pieces but still moving

don't quite understand

roco

now THAT is sad.





outrageous truck though

you will eventually