not a cloud in the fucking sky. last night, i missed the northern lights. kudos to those who actually seek life. i get to stand by a man’s side who’s pursuing his life, without me there would be no life, meh, who knows maybe he would have been something better without me. his life is recognizable, easily apart of the American dream. I am the one weaving it into reality. Maybe without me, we both would have been free.
morning birds are singing- cars provide background noise- those obligated to drive on a Saturday morning.
fuck it- I’m gonna rise up and bake— bake my brain- burn my lungs.
i am alone, i accept.
getting high to numb the pain, maybe disassociate through video games, drop my thoughts into a place where no one knows my name.
i am driving myself insane because you like torture of the mind, you like not saying how you feel and letting me making up sentimental delusions, like i am right now. I don’t want to ask you questions because you’re a fucking liar, lullaby-er. You don’t know your own brain from a rats ass.
-x
