people search the tunnel for their souls.
i would put on neva dinova and waltz with myself.
that's boring though, i know.
i have cake. not 'that good cake', but cake.
idk. people were together
they were all in my party. idk.
the warm air followed late in the night.
even though it was late, the snow became rain.

the snowy weather continues into the evening
all the news channels stop at 11pm
and give up

discarded toys are freezing to death somewhere
last night i sat on my ankles too long

tv, video games, and sports
are strengthening in their gravitational pull

there are no objects, or rational intentions that are bad
some dogs wander into subway tunnels
some ants leap from trees

where does energy go when it dies?