fickle
i am an idiot.
we all are.
spoken before heard, we all like to jump into something were not ready for.
it feels good to be in a place of polarity these few weeks.
create create create, until the hair on your neck can’t seem to stand any longer.
don’t be afraid to show your teeth, and extend your arms to grasp the sun.
im tired of not having patience in this process.
it’s funny because ive never sat here so calmly, before.
i think it’s the faint scent of spring thats pulling me in
and consuming my every last thought.
its nights like this i don’t understand why people lie to themselves
because brutally honest just feels better.
…
and this is why i have a full waste-paper basket.
…
atleast THERE’S TOMORROW (TODAY)
-i
