Misshapen Yesterdays

Misshapen yesterdays and forgotten tomorrows. You can’t go home and you can’t stay here. Cell phones and pagers and the apathetic glow of the TV screen, screaming for you to stay. Coke, Pepsi, Bottled Water or $3 Coffee–what happened to a glass of water from the tap? When did this existence become so disinterested? Does it take a bundle of life falling into your lap to awaken your senses and realize that life is so much more than your close knit circle of loose acquaintances? The shallow conversation echoes endlessly at the bar and you live such an ill-fated heartbeat when your eyes scan the horizon for the next good time. Someone should tell you to grow up, but the sad thing is that you already have.

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