It’s really hard to stay sincere.
When it’s pre-requisite fake.
It’s really hard to stay nice
when you are being constantly come at
I didn’t see my favorite person today,
because he didn’t care about me—
just my body—
and I just discovered that
I even had one:
I thought I was just
the unseen seeing speck of dust,
that drifts around
in the most objective space.
copyright: C. Ward 2016