trillonious monk

You can move across the continent. Across the Atlantic.
You can spend money, and money can spend you thin.
You can plan for two years and crumple it in a wastebasket.
You can eat some humble pie, bigger bites the better.
You can miss payments.
You can defer loans.
You can buy cheap grade shampoo because it is all the same.
You can pack light, lighter than before.
You can serialize Good into tin-cans and papered bags.
You can pretend to know because you know it so well.
You can call your friends and talk telephonically.
You can do without the bullshit.
You can pace yourself between this and that.
You can walk in narrow lines—there’s still so much room.
You can last on French loaves and cuts of cheese.
You can drink in paper cups.
You can talk in clichés because your Ego is on sabbatical.
You can go on sabbatical.
You can hear the trees because this is the language they are speaking.
You can look to science or you can look to the sky.
You can drive 85 on a 75 speed limit.
You can thank Chemists.
You can empty yourself whole and still know who you are.
You can.

  1. deathbedexistentialism said: You can love and accept being loved.
  2. daniellemohlman said: This is beautiful.
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