two more sips

it’s an easy downhill slide, that is us visiting that past which gave us no view.
the blinders are easily shut and rendered as such a great time.
speak your words of the events lost in between borrowed drags,
and in through the dancing pirouettes the smoke shows fools ignorant of their own jest or patronized squander.

this is the reality i see day in, day out.
sleep and laugh off these hours, for they really are our last.

if i prayed, i would pray for us.
if you could see, you would understand.
hope is not a bit of faith in what we are wanting, but a whole shit ton of needs we are all forgetting.

do not forget me.

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