The sun rises
and sometimes I get to see it
and my heart swells
because hearts swell
and the horizon remains horizontal 
and I remain  notoriously chaotic
and too too terribly nostalgic for my own good
or anyone elses good. 
Things go unnoticed
and noticed
and my body 
and spirit
become tougher 
the more I work
the more I explain 
the more I try to reason with myself
and you. 
Sidetracked. 
My point is that I can't decide if I'll ever
just be 
satisfied
or if I will always
be looking
for something
else? 
 
I sell shoes to humans
who treat me like
I am 
a machine.
 
 
