comfortable

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.