Woke up at 3AM
looked at my phone the same way most people do
CONFUSED
Was it four or was it five - six?
Checked the group, it was 5.
Got up switched on the light revealing a graveyard on my container room floor. I don’t know what these beetles are called but there’s hundreds of them in my room every night after rain fall.
And sometimes I watch them with their fat bodies with wings too small to properly manurer through air thinking to myself;
Imagine having wings, being able to fly but unable to control in which direction you wish to fly. A conundrum. Flying without control is a calculated fall. Perhaps - THE FALL? (quoting one self is underrated)
Anyways I got up, looked myself in the mirror. This is what 28 looks like beard growing wild like weeds in the garden I one day hope to own.
Kettle on - French press, got my cup and went outside in darkness. Checking for signs of any passers by - I don’t always see them, I hear them. I find my spot, I sit on a dust bin turned upside down, pour myself a good one, roll a cigarette - just in time.
The birds, the birds always know when it’s time. The time is now.
First: song.
Then: light
Followed by the semicircled sun - it has begun.
I breathe deeply, watching steam rise illuminated by the sun.
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YOU SAY DUMELA I SAY HELLO HOW IS IT IM GOOD THANKS YOU WELL IM TIRED BUT ALSO READY FOR YET ANOTHER DAY HERE ON PLANET EARTH I NEVER LEARNT THE ETIQUETTE OF ANSWERING WHEN ASKED HOW ARE YOU IT IS A GENUIEN QUESTION WHICH REQUIRES A GENUIEN ANSWER AND STILL THEY SEEM CONFUSED WHEN I OFFER MY RESPONSE WITH JUST A FEW MORE WORDS THAN YEAH GOOD THANKS
OCTOBER 29TH 2025
CARAVAN SOMEWHERE ON PLANET EARTH
