its almost a new shade under those lashes.
i am perplexingly optimistic.
its almost got me losing my head.
dodging flights.
words are like teeth.
only three places they can go...
flashed in smiles, rotted out, or spit out in fistfights.
not too sure how these end up.
we are becoming who we are meant to be.
we are becoming who we were.
time passes like bottles between them.
letting my self just float.
just feel ok.
being happy doesnt mean you are unauthentic.
breathing life is alright.
in doses you know.
i love life in 24 hour increments.
noone gets how my head feels when i lie sideways on pillows.
but noone gets anyone. so who cares?
listening to life on mars by bowie.
just snoozin.
the inside of my head is out breath from all of this jumping here and there.
sometimes love is the only thing we can call our own.
"ive been shooting up your perfume..."
