unlikely symmetry, i suppose.

it's an early morning, filled with morning things.
everyone is asleep; their faces turned upwards, mouth open. my friend is snoring and my brother curled. i feel good, really.

i'm in an empty room. i have a thing about them, i realize. the just moved in feeling, nothing on the walls, it feels good. i opened the window, and it looks as if i'm staring at a still life. it's almost uncomfortable to look at too long. a bird appeared, but when i looked back it had vanished, i hope that's not a foreshadow of today.

and then the tide comes in, and all the shells are replaced with rocks.
blasphemy, is it? that you take the same steps and breathe the same air as the one before. they scream, and build walls, but never know what they're talking about. you laugh in their face, but do you have the right? you absorb the very thing you feel isn't any part of you, and then act as if it simply leaves. i don't believe in you, i believe in you. paradox, paradox, paradox.
i'm finished being a hypocrite, i hope i can stick to that unlike you.