never dreamt of
a home
a house
to store my things
a box of possessions
possessed by the need
to possess.

all i need
is a roof
a charger
and
a good connection
to the aether.

the rest is
superfluous.

i long to paint
the sunsets
to pretend
they are sunrises.

lose sense of self
to flop on the shore
of untenable remorse.

a piece of trash
floating down
the river of life
wishing for lethe
receiving nothing.