Clarity. Knowledge. Power. Freedom.
Carry me home. Stare at me. Love me.
When I see these coffee club, no good, nice suits, flat shoes, loyalty card holding, small children ignored on the side, licking cappacino foam off their spoons and working, and living and loving and breathing in the nature of life. The juice of it. So simple. So annoyingly and frustratingly out of reach.
Happiness, so far out of personal control and so close to pretending to be.
Laugh.
At the fickle random uncontrollable. At the universe, really. At all of time and space.
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