"We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know."
so what, bootiful
rolled a spliff for breakfast and then came back in to roll another one and what do i see on the table? the joint i tried to face last night about 2/3s done c:
synapses are firing inside my chest
like they used secret tunnels too, only perhaps
this wasn’t as destructive and really only pertained to me.
i suppose though, that thats my infinity
and i wish more than anything
that you could be here, or i could be there
you softly whispering the metrinome to breathing
confiding our heartstrings fly above the kites
that through the bullets and their shrapnel
i will find us
clinging together for sustinance, and promise, and faith
that the waiting will end, ultimately,
and i shall return to a more vivid world.
i will release my vivid world.
"You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state."
— Franz Kafka, Letter to Felice Bauer on December 20, 1912
boob boob boo
Not being able to see the person you want utmost sucks