a_chest_full_of_pastureland tender_square (a poem comprised of "half_asleep_thoughts") you realize extensively it isn't happening: you can't hold on. you can’t survive surviving. say, "good intentions evaporate in my eyes." it's one thing to have it made. it's another thing to get married. say, “i don't believe anything is forbidden. i may make mistakes, but i'm a quality person.” that's what you're trying to speak to me? that truth is power? i don't want to hear anything. i don't want to hear peaches curdling. i don't want to hear lemongrass. this has mixed me apart, the cold compassion of loss. i don't feel radical. i feel all alone. 221130 ... nr leave it to tender_square to create such beauty out of such nonsense. 221130 ... tender_square [wow. thanks, nr!] 221130 what's it to you? who go blather from