sitting at a glass table, half apartment half office, half meetup with friends half business meeting, half sad half happy, half naked half jeans, denim mermaid.

a couple days ago got yelled at in a park. it was almost upsetting, but not in any real way, at least not in a way that matters. words that would be marked symbolically in a gentle semantic way of 489293&&^%$ were whispered into my ear, which was rightfully covered with my curls. sure thing, rage gets the best of some, do we ever deserve to get beaten up till we bleed?

a scooter almost hit me as i was crossing the road, “it better have” i thought, gasping for air at an almost deadly experience,

i die everyday anyway, in any case, like skin cells replacing one another, my heart unwraps itself and eats its’ own gut, birthing a yet another mistake. have you ever been a fool? have you ever been a fool been a fool?

things exhaust themselves to join a larger cycle of things. things unknown to me, or you, let alone them. a cycle unseen by many, the majority id say, and you don’t have to be religious to see it. to believe, that things happen regardless of whether you want them to or not, and that there is always a reason for them to do so,

its nice knowing about this invisible movement. like a train running away from itself on a track, or a car passing by going elsewhere somewhere everywhere and nowhere,

i don’t mind change. i don’t care for it.

i know that things happen for a reason unbeknownst to me.