it's_such_a_singular_day raze when i was a kid i did a lot of gathering. it was the most beautiful thing. i turned my back, and you ran away from me. i can't go on anymore. i can't run anymore. i'm tired. my feet are sore. how the fuck does anyone ever get ahead? i'm walking backwards. i don't know how far along we are. i can't remember. that month is lost now. there's a tree that isn't ready to give up its leaves. there are no dogs here. this flower has no scent. some serious wind is on the way. i want to go home. i'm leaving soon. you lead the way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (a poem comprised of things overheard_in_conversation) 260531 what's it to you? who go blather from