so you're back on the bus & it's another month & even another year since you were here & the destinations have changed too. there's been a shift, not just in you but in the world and its as frightning as a fucking tsunami that you can see approaching when you've always kept so far from the sea in the past.
the church is still there & the sandle shufflers still bombard my mailbox at any opportunity but i've always followed my heart which open up a whole new set of worms & rules rules rules which you follow on instinct carrying only your safety word & cab fare home. the usual spatt breaks out at the stop opposite where a recent stabbing took place. most of them are here for the methadone but you're pretty sure the resident backlash of right minded people & personalities will take care of all the riff raff soon. not that you mind, adds a bit of colour & movement, distraction from the banal as you sit & you ponder the merits of change.
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