The truck engine rumbles
And the vibration makes me sleepy.
It is so hot already and it is not even
June.
Summer heat might kill me this year.
I like the cold better.
It makes me feel alive.
This humid heat makes me feel dreary and heavy;
Like I might take a nap and never wake up.
It makes the pavement too hot to go barefoot and I do not like shoes.
Even though I breathe through my mouth I feel as if I might suffocate when I have to wear shoes.
You can think what you will of me
For you do not know me.
And your thoughts do not affect me
Unless i allow them to.
How simple,
Yet how tangled we become in things
Intangible.
And even if you do not listen
I will listen.
And so it goes
And so it is.
And here we are
With little choices every moment
That lead to big choices
In the one moment.
And so it goes
And so it is
And here we are.
Even if we live in the same house
We do not walk in the same shoes.
Chole Into Diamonds 