P.L.U.R

Amen.

These days, I can't for certain say I really know much of anything to be honest with you. I don't feel to grown but i'm not so young. I can't really say i've been anywhere, just the same places several times. I've said nothing in a thousand different ways, but everyone still hears what they want so I can't say for certain if they were ever really listening. These days, we're all just boulders on a slanted hill, not really aware of the speed yet still conscious of our intersecting demise, that'll soon break our momentum. Momentarily. However long that'll end up being. These days I could give a gosh-darn about the rainy clouds or even the gras in the streets the mowers leave. I can't say I very much mind the grasshoppers invading my garden or that the garbage man always leaves just enough trash in my garbage can to consider his job done and enough to consider my garbage can clean. These days we're all singing nonchalantly our moral tunes, but i've got no time to listen, just time to stare. But most days were the days when the sky meet the ocean. Most days I would never fathom to risk a chilly foot step off my island I could remain on until dawn. Most days it didn't matter. These days, I can't for certain say I really know much of anything.