1929 Lincoln Wheat

i flip over a penny, worth my entire existence. you flip over a penny, and karma's a bitch that sucks the last remaining hopes you'll have that dissipate as dusty light particles into the vacant black hole.

to be wealthy.

to be wise.

to live in wonder.

to live and wander. to pick up a penny and understand that it fed a family, freezing and dying of starvation, for a month. or more.

or maybe it's been sitting there for ninety some-odd years. never having an orphan. the difference it could have made. the depression i feel today.

burried in the dirt.