Beyond your narcoleptic tragedies
I walk.
Like the footprints of a cat
Calculating through the foggy night
These alleyways
Disappear
Into nothing.
And so will you.
So will I.
And there
In the rocking chair
Looking out the bay window
Like Scottie Ferguson
Longing for yesterday
I will find you
Seeking a friendship
Of lost causes and
Broken hearts.
I've broken this.
~Spread your god-damn wings.
Love,
Johansen.
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