I have been alone a lot lately, quietly living the moments without grand desires - fame, fortune, and love occupy only the fictional part of my brain. The depository for all delusions is closed and the workers are no longer unloading deliveries; they're on the docks smoking cigarettes and talking shit.
I bought berries and ate a papaya all by myself and the crazy-making people had to settle for stale words left over from old conversations.
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