6:45am on the 501

the weight of the world's catastrophes and nuances is an unsettling burden to bear--and difficult at times.
i remember being 20 and thinking i was all alone.
and all i had to do was talk and find out that i wasn't fucked up--i was thinking everybody else's thoughts.
i used to think thoughts got easier as you got older (ah, the blissfulness of ignorance) but now i see it cycles in tens.
with each decade some new weight sits there, lending itself to the hunchbacked bitter old hag i will become.
so, now?
the thinking more intense.
because the knowing exists.

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Music to my (early morning) ears: nascent state - a diary of blurry feet