Highlights singularity
Red and blue
Waves crash upon the sebaceousness of my being
Everyone else is two or more and
I investigate through mere observation the surface
Of success in size and shape,
In height
Skin, quality, shade, artwork
I notice bands and ages
Hair and eyes, arses, jobs.
Surface must be all?
Yet
My fierce independence renders me invisible to those that I can see
They take my interest
But I am clear.
And days and days and days and nights of solitary
Confinement
Of share less stories
Of with oneself
How are you
Yeah good, thanks?
Enables the stories of criticism and cynicism to become truth and apathy
To become spirals of defeat
Waves of loss
On a red and blue shore of solo songs
(c) Samantha Florence, 2012.
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