Is this what mid-20s feels like
a poem after watching Marty Supreme
No cell signal in a big city. Could have bought into that unlimited data plan so I’d never know deplete or written this at a bus stop at 23:26. Risk always tingles a bit at the beginning, like sabotage. I have to… must… gotta… Just watch! When Marty crumbles to the ground (the second-to-last scene) — what is winning other than our own self-respect? One that cannot be crushed or pilfered by anyone else. Tell me. What shame? If I’m here, where people still linger and wait all around. Hey. Hey! We are alone now. You can just want what you want. There, that’s only the start.