(no subject)
i keep finding dollars on floors and wondering what that means.
one is luck, two is chance, three or four become a signal.
i suffer from the inability to ignore the signals.
disconnection is the only recurring theme in my mind and i wonder where these dollars lead.
and why does comfort become necessity. and how often will i feel the need to fill myself with another.
in this broad venture,
i am the space between left and lead.
one is luck, two is chance, three or four become a signal.
i suffer from the inability to ignore the signals.
disconnection is the only recurring theme in my mind and i wonder where these dollars lead.
and why does comfort become necessity. and how often will i feel the need to fill myself with another.
in this broad venture,
i am the space between left and lead.