I Listen to the Same Song Over and Over
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It's hot tonight.
The path leading to the house is lined with stones. Fist size stones most of them. They've been there for a while. Their skins smooth and brown from all the wiping of the face.
Silly solar powered plastic fireflies scattered between them, always blue, and always white and always red and always happy.
I can feel the stones' apathy. The apathy of the one tired of explaining, of the one who recognizes your ignorance but just doesn't give a shit anymore.
The apathy of the one who has run out of sighs.
The stones know that eventually the plastic fireflies will be gone, along with me, and the house, and the road.
Again it will only be them. They are not in a hurry. They can wait.
It's still hot out.
It's also still eight forty five at night. Although It won't be for that much longer. Eight forty five I mean. Less than a minute I'm sure.
Hot on the other hand,
Hot its still going to be for longer.
Much, much longer.
.
It's hot tonight.
The path leading to the house is lined with stones. Fist size stones most of them. They've been there for a while. Their skins smooth and brown from all the wiping of the face.
Silly solar powered plastic fireflies scattered between them, always blue, and always white and always red and always happy.
I can feel the stones' apathy. The apathy of the one tired of explaining, of the one who recognizes your ignorance but just doesn't give a shit anymore.
The apathy of the one who has run out of sighs.
The stones know that eventually the plastic fireflies will be gone, along with me, and the house, and the road.
Again it will only be them. They are not in a hurry. They can wait.
It's still hot out.
It's also still eight forty five at night. Although It won't be for that much longer. Eight forty five I mean. Less than a minute I'm sure.
Hot on the other hand,
Hot its still going to be for longer.
Much, much longer.
.
