abstract

why i can't i find it in my hearts-of-parts ... to reconcile? even in death. the man i knew so little. and whom i never cared for. his last moments before my very eyes.

i can't find it in my heart to reconcile ... a life that's lost. a heart that's shattered. a fated journey. and an extended state of consciousness; as if there were things left to be said. a white cafe table. an intoxicating clear substance. an overdose of caffeine. a copperhead in black. asifwaitingforthingstobesaid. a perpetual state of numbness. and the smell of nicotine, cowardice. and peace.