Monday, March 23, 2015
off the deep end.
i dont know how we came to this.
i guess we've always been this way.
yet another laundromat routine.
load. wash. rinse. and repeat.
self deception makes for good fodder.
as does deprecation
its always much easier to agree and give in
and then the beast of jealousy roars its ugly head.
when cornered, with nowhere left to run.
not really.
it creeps up, in innocent glimpses of something better.
i wish. if only.
what does it feel to be deeply unhappy?
barbiturates. 30mg.
carbon. hydrogen x3. oxygen. hyrdrogen.
load. gargle. swallow. repeat.
and we'll be off to a better place.
misery needs no company.
just isolation.
cause if we repeat those lies enough
somewhere in between we'll start to believe in them ya?
i haven't thought about it for a long long time.
and there's something inherently wrong when
just a combination of pandoras, cassies, and stonems
something that probably you'll never know anayway.