When everything is lonely, I can be my own best friend.
I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversation
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection.
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning, looks like shit.
About Me
May the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face; and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
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