" i wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad/buy all of the things I've never had.." - Bruno Mars
at midnight i count how many galaxies away i am from happiness
according to my calculations i am approximately 300,000 years into the sun
i have accumulated blisters the size of interstellar clouds
i tell myself that there are limited reasons for joy
i found two in the alleyway near the old warehouse
a man wearing vintage spectacles and
meant-for-polka-dancing shoes hands me his arm
tells me to taste the ocean
and then proceeds to toss a penny at my sandals
it is the crux of daylight
i am at the ocean
the high tide embraces my sole
i take the penny out of my pocket
and digest
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