no parachute, no ground

and who the fuck wants to listen to you
complain about
not having any friends?
not your friends.

your misery
is your oldest friend.
how can you ask it to

this is a doctrine
that is transmitted
this, remember

a man bends at the waist, legs straight, as he writes something in a notebook that is resting on a bed.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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