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Living creates friction.

People move, breathe, live.

Actions have consequences.

Deterioration will happen.

Maintaining something special

takes effort

and time.

The strength involved can be tremendous.

Wishing as your main source for circumstances being solved

may come at a price that costs too much.

Four way stops are ludicrous

at least to those who want that parking spot.

The walk through the treacherous throngs

means you must be quick enough to dodge elbows.

Even standing looking at what you want to buy

usually gets interrupted by someone taking it.

Do not make me go.

Please, not this year.

I’ll be good.

I swear.

Entering my old workplace.

Telling my old boss

how their refusal to help me with the bully

(I was told to ignore her)

led to the atmosphere turning toxic.

How her style of leadership proved wrong

for everyone under her.

I was thankful for the experience,

I just wished it was less painful.

All of this runs through my head

as I drive past the place in question.

I don’t even know if she’s still the boss.

A bow tie.

The long tie.

A hair tie.

A bag tie.

Any kind of tie.

Clip it and go.

Senses of appreciation.

Laugh of deprecation.

Love of application.

Finance the institution.

All while being in a station.

I do not know if I am happy.

Though freedom comes with a price.

One I have not paid.

One I can only hope to pass on to a world so darker

than the one I knew.

Feet planted firmly.

Earth underneath.

Head is looking up

but not lost in the sky.

If only the eyes were not clouded.