I miss my tumors
My disaster is boring
My revolution is quiet
and requires much preparation
notes and reading
When a book begins with talk of districts
the setting is a future and utopia didn’t happen
By district I mean political control
a theft started softly as chuckles
rubbed into belief and then policy
When I’m quiet just know I’m whining at the door
I’m like the farmer’s daughter who turns straw into gold
except I turn hair into silver
When I say minutes I mean years
It took so long to get to the half-life
By long I mean effort
By so I mean so much
Chuckles!
When I say minutes I mean years
It took so long to get to the half-life
By long I mean effort
By so I mean so much
Oh yes! the efforting. The muching. The half of it.
when it’s quiet, I’m always going to try to think of you whining at the door now <3
When a book begins with talk of districts
the setting is a future and utopia didn’t happen
<3