untitled no. 2

Fri, 02/23/2018 - 11:15 -- j.g.

everything is the same

until something changes

everything is a game

until it turns strange

 

until something changes

i sit in my room with a pen

until something changes

i sit in my room with a pen in my hand

p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545}
p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}

waiting for a thought, if any, to cross my mind

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