Hell is Other People

Give me hills

Give me smoke

Give me dark corners

and wall flower will power

Give me music, and oak trees,

and falling leaves

Give me coffee and weed

Give me some place to sleep

Give me small talk easily convinced

with smiles and customer service experience

I'm too tired to mingle and meet

I'm too far from myself already

I'm too busy processing

the people

  and the touching

           and the memories

                   and their healing 
                      and their grieving

 coming outta me