the smoke swirls around the blank wind
like my blank expresion
i try to think of the things that matter most to me
i don’t think think there is anything
people are expendable
they don’t stay
they don’t care
they don’t matter
music is there
always
art is there
always
my mind is there
most of the time
i am thankful for my mind
bright and working
twirling
like the smoke around the empty wind