Eager to please
Scenes of perfect desolation are treasures,
Rust, black mold, bent wood, broken glass.
Like looking in a mirror,
Kin and comfort.
You're just depressed.
You know, we all end up in the same place.
It's best to keep a cheerful demeanor
And enjoy our lives.
I don't know if my feet are cold.
I don't feel them at all.
I enjoy that.
Does that count?