Too much happens now
to keep it all straight.

I’ve abandoned any notion of

control.

I fly by the wind.
All is random.
Too many variables to consider.

Once I was reserved.
Now, I’ve set it to full and…

The fucking handle broke off.

Life is exciting again!

Note-to-self:

In this state,
I do notice
further detachment
from others.

The more I know, see, experience, and absorb,
the more I become…

Uncooth.

Process becomes me. Byproducts eminent.

Now, you’re just somebody that I used.