Nuggets In The Dark

It's days like these it feels like they throw brittle frayed safety ropes into the eye of the storm to hold on to just let it break apart while they watch intently on their little insincere pity displays. This right now makes me feel like the spare loose change that's left inside the corners of your wallet until the day you coincidentally find the coin to make up for tips to a waiter or to the toll counter. Where that loose change will now be left in the register counter.

It's my turn. I swear I will crucify the insincere if not tonight, someday soon.

This scraped up fist from his visit to the old friend wall complement each other.