thank you for your crumbs

golden crumbs they are to me, golden words, golden slumbers, worth more than the stuff gold is made of for the feeling inspired every time I feel noticed, acknowledged, appreciated, loved, even...

as if I hadn't noticed, as if I didn't see, this is my mind, melting before me, this is me down on my face in a puddle of my own saliva (or pwn spit, for that matter) and all I can do is roll over and go back to sleep so the numbness in the one shoulder shifts to the other as I console myself in the usual places with the usual no one...

the Beatles wrote a song for no one too... and there are still bells on a hill with a fool day after day in my life all we need is love so I'll give her all my love (that's all I do) and Harry was right, Elton and Bernie did too and so did Billy cuz it is a matter of trust in a world that's constantly changing and honesty is such a lonely word I am thankful for any little bits I can come by...

and so it goes...