Hey, It’s been a year and I don’t know where to go from here. It’s a Tuesday and I wont be sleeping tonight because I’ll run ‘til my lungs give out and my legs are weak and sore. -I should have run when I saw it coming. It’s raining and I have nowhere to go. Cigarettes and 24 ounces. Orange soap, pink pills, facial hair, and nostalgia.
The first magnificent summer storm.
Maroon skies to match the temperature inside me.
First hand experience of an old cliché.
Like when we were first meeting.
Mural became muddied,
And our color has grown sour.
You’re ridiculous and gross to twist my approach.
I waited just long enough for it to heal over.
Just long enough so that you’d know what her intentions were.
I can see your scars!
Fresh and contorted tissue that I’d like to dig my nails into.
In the pursuit of happiness,
The way you think is fucked up.
You have no integrity.
Infinitely and hopelessly,
Turn it over in your cavernous head.
You have lead weights holding you down,
And you’re bound to lose momentum all together.
In a forever-loop,
Degrade and demotivate.
but what if instead of getting drunk we all got sober like what if we were all constantly drunk and then on the weekends we get sober at night and have tea and intelligent conversations and then the next morning we’d wake up drunk again like “man i was so sober last night i think i figured out a cure for cancer”