He comes over spewing quandaries.
He doesn’t understand.
How can I explain his life
when my own is sifting sand?
The world tilts left and right
never finding balance.
He sees me fixed and centered.
I’m contained.
Chaotic torment.
I have this friend who is a very material person. He just doesn't see much past whatever is right in front of him. He comes over and asks my advice on everything, and he stays for hours. I wouldn't mind so much if his problems weren't all so frivolous. But I'm a solitary person for the most part and I have my own problems. Spending hours every day hashing over the same stupid **** just gets tiring I guess.
So this is the result. Its not good, and its not thought out. Less effort than I would normally put forth, but its raw and something about me likes it.