The moon was shining
I've been thinking about being, and more specifically being in this generation, in this time, in this body, in this world state country city school in which things are this way and that way and not always the way that I or you or anyone or everyone thinks they should be. Jumbled thoughts, tired eyes, no drivers license. Not much has changed, or maybe will change, because maybe that's part of the being, this halt, this stickiness.
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