Oranges by the Day Full or the Orange Square or From Florida to Toronto or Life via Sunset

Out there the world goes on without me
The sky melts from blue to orange to pink to black each night and into reverse order in the morning
No one cares about what's hidden behind every door
Every door that is every person.
No one cares about the things that they cannot see
There is so much of everything right in front of our faces
That we cannot be bothered with.

I've seen so many things I don't care for as well
I never play that patron saint shit that's faker than a pair of porn star titties
I know what's going down when I'm hiding away in my room typing these words.
I know.
I've always known.

There's an orange square above my head and
I know that it's the sun setting on my wall.
It's there almost everyday and when it's not
It's the blue hue of the winter and fall that embraces my room from ceiling to floor.

The big bright patch reminds me that while I'm in here writing
There are others out there writing
Watching the sun set on another questionable day
Filled with untamed skies and questionable people.

I feel alright.

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