Consequences of the Mundane

I had better things to say last year… or rather, two years ago.

Two years ago, this thing was relatively brilliant. Ideas were brimming. I was, of course, coming off of meth in the only days when the town that I was in was silent… the streets empty.

Look at me now.

After conscious, deliberate decision and behaviour to match… after how I time and time again always seem to find myself happiest… after the attempt at “adult”.

Take a look at me now.

It doesn’t matter, one doesn’t need to see me. That is not the point… I carry out adult practices in a relative adult manner.

But was it worth it?

I mean, really?

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