i know, we have to choose our battles. and lately i've been choosing what cannot be fought anymore.
we live for these collisions, right? AM i wrong?
it's the bread and butter, no, wait, the toast of every morning. sunny sides up.
and before you guess wrong, this is not sarcasm used as a defense mechanism.
no. i'm not that predictable.
how did it come to this?
how can something so right seem wrong, and something wrong feel this right?
they should make pills for this, i suppose. one day they will. but by that time such questions will become obsolete and no one will bother asking them.
maybe when someone reads rilke or garcia lorca he'll say: 'oh yes, it could happen again'.
well, it won't. that's the upside. the sunny side, up, for every time we got lost.
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