love prevails in all these strange
places
I almost can't seem to
understand
it anymore.
it's all so strange to me.
like,
you can lay listening to
frank sinatra
ages behind on your time
and
wonder why it does not go in your
favor.
and then you blame fate for it
all.
and you take a drink.
smiling, knowing that the moon
is ages behind on its time too.
except it has no love.
no rythm.
just the gray dark
emptiness
of it all.
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