Hate how it’ll change for you and for you and even you too. I’d
do it.
Again and again and again.
but this is expandable
this is tissue
this is just. Only not just.
this is talking over the head
this is words gone missing
this is me.
And this me is tired
or calendars that mess up
and groups that add up to
Spinning ideas and
lame humans
that pay too much for a human like face
and socially accepted manners.
This me says delete the days and
bring back the halls
of honest home.
~bH374
(On a brighter side note: The picture I’ve added to this post is from my trip to Chatsworth House yesterday. So very amazing.)