they

tired i am.

lots of inversions these days too. bad sign. when the language starts to walk away without looking back.

you're supposed to be a certain way. they tell you the opposite. but it's just another mould is all. they expect it. secretly. without knowing it themselves. so can you hold it against them then? what of those who should know it but don't? how are you supposed to feel about them?

so here are all the pieces, in random order. figure it out, they tell you. do the labour without the sweat. never let a bead show.

embed this in the very grain of your person -- loneliness is pure. it is the only purity you will ever know. everything else is far too fucked up for there to be a sliver of a chance.

it'd be pointless to try to change it completely. the toes with cracked nails will still show.

go with the flow. or so they say.