this is not your responsibility

toothpaste mint still lingering freshness. mimicking cold, but not exactly. teeth taste of sweet nothing.

words are close, but never not exactly.

welcome to the high point of my day. is that tragic? or somehow beautiful? or always both?

nothing is changing.
i devolve.

which i guess is change, but since i've been here before i'm no longer interested. wasn't even interested the first time.
but at least it's familiar...?

i'm bound to get hit by a bus if i keep standing here... well, at least that would be something.

if i shed one tear, would that even mean something?