Studying Law And Being In Love
The plan was to flit haphazard. Directionless.
I land in a confined space for one moment and
Before I know it you are picking out colours.
I promised myself this would never be me
But now at night, I dream of the day I plundered
I don’t regret how familiar things are becoming.
I just smile at things identical to things
That went before them.
The most I do is criss-cross the comfortable columns.