Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Clean Slate

New places
are almost always
nice
and pleasant.

There's no history
that I'm
aware of.

The place
might as well have been
built
right before
I got there.

Of course,
it wasn't.

The feeling
is still
the same.

Or rather,
the lack
of them
altogether.

There's no dread
or worrying about
whether or not
I'll see a person
I've just screwed over
or denied their
request for love.

Clean slate.

Now,
there's plenty of time
to fuck up
all over again.

There's almost
no
better feeling
and almost
no better place
to be.


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