Curious Observations

I see the world through a crack in the blinds. Counting their steps,

tracing their lines. Everything is fine. Everything is normal. The clock keeps ticking,

the walls stay still. I hold my breath, I drink my

fill. I am not creepy, I'm just curious. I like to

watch people, it's mysterious. Killing horses for rainbows in the night.

Everything is fine and everything feels right. Jowls holy moly digs through the

dirt. Most important tool for pain or for worth. I sketch out

maps on the back of my hand. The world's a circus,