my friends name is crow
nothing exists when I am with him
we dress in cloaks of black with hoods
and embark on a quest once the sun begins to set again
we walk bare footed along muddy roads covered in wet, orange leaves
it's always fall when I am with him
we collect berries, weeds, flowers,
and scurry off once out breath is visible in the air
it is warm when I'm with crow
everything is alright when I am with him
the crows are evil
but not my sweet crow.
sarcastic jabs and quippy lines
I hope you know I usually don't mean it
and I know my best is not enough
but that's what being human is all about
I don't have to worry about perfection
I will overcome compulsions
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
I go to therapy and dish it all out
Everything that's too personal to tell my sister,
Everything that's too serious to tell my Mother,
I dish it all out
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