by Stefon Napier25 Aug 2013
I considered what might happen if against all odds
I spoke through the silence of my mind the way a lady
picks up her skirt to cross a puddle.
Casual is when there is no idealism involved in living
but for an indent before a paragraph.
I don’t know what is before me, but I know what I want to do.
Some nights have been searing because my days have not had