Feeling like garbage. Like left over
Like do whatever you want
Wherever
whatever.
Have you felt tar in your core before?
Thick gobs of oil making things sluggish,
Clogging air holes.
A rotting center churning rotten thoughts, rotten feelings.
Some fresh air and space helps feel better.
Some time.
I guess rotting things go back to the Earth in time.
Garbage waits.