Card
after card
after card
it keeps going
the stack endless
the family tree sprawling
stretching
growing
by the second.
I have to write it all down
I can't even remember who wanted to read my speech
but it's a mess
and someone just rang the doorbell.
Sigh.
From past friends
or mild acquaintances
there will be times where I am not only acknowledged
but appreciated
it makes me happy
makes me content
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
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