disjointed.
disorganised.
blurred, mess.
dont know why you put yourself through this everytime.
this is the only way i function.
you know it.
and everytime you turn your away from it.
your life spirals into disjunction.
a miserable mess,
tangled in the unmet deadlines,
just piling up in a corner.
no more.
we run on air and water. and maybe sunshine.
not the junk that they stuff down their throats.
caffeine. milk. water.
pills and laxatives.
that's when we come alive.
Friday, October 4, 2013
we're all a little broken,
but maybe if we try hard enough
we can still shuffle forward.
but who is going to heal the pieces inside?
how can we fix ourselves
when we dont know what's broken.
watch our smiles on camera,
video tapes rolling.
timelines scrolling.
filters on.
lights.
action.
because in the moment,
we're infinite.
after party drunkards.