In the desert of this space,
it is difficult to focus on anything less
than ten minutes long,
except this moment, when these two
just so happened to be sitting on the same pace.
Oh....it’s rough,
A lot of my family and friends died out there
but You understand what is number one.
you are full of small, neglected, unnoticed, beautiful places
And it’s true of people like us, forgotten people unnoticed people
we ARE really something.
There is no pressure here, no pressure to conform,
or to meet other people’s expectations,
there is a chance to search your soul,
find out what you value – who you want to be
and do that, no press to relate to.
Right now, I write.
I write, I sleep, and I eat.
I learned a lot about hygiene,
I used to be ocd,
But I’m changing.
I gave away all my possessions
But I kept two suits of clothing,
One dish, one spoon, that’s all I’m going to need.
If you’ve been rejected by family, loved ones, society,
Whatever… you can go out to these, here, deserted spaces
and by you alone, like this
well in here, I feel you...