dont remember

why's the future seem so grim again and again, maybe it's ive got nothing to run back to except ashtrays and drug days, home is where i lay my head im not asking for sympathy or pity just come take a walk, and watch the sunset with me, better yet, the moon rise cause the sunlights reflection off the moon reflecting off your eyes can only be described as the inspiration i search for inside but can never find memory like an elephant living in a fortified fortress i can remember the spaces between seconds yet constantly second guess my importance i skew and contort it till i avoid and destory it, i live in the eye of an f5 eat it like every bite, like eating a sandwich in a sandstorm waiting for santa clause to drop off presents but ill get past it, cause im everlasting like the alluring shimmer of a diamonds distractin refraction minus the price tag, divorce, and remounting to match it 10 times the passion no idle thoughts just ideas then action grab on for traction, compact it then write about the depressed blackened dragon a first hand written record of time spent making spontaneous decisions simply an attempt to practice precision in pitch black darkness hoping my muscles remember the stench of the stimulus by the atmospherical particles that started it

so im gonna write something to post here everyday