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Monday, March 16, 2015



sedation is no solution

but the elation makes it confusing

like how can a slow suicide be so soothing?

Ive been musing about solar eclipses

jupiters moons

practicing my swordsmanship out of sight // out of mind

as I feel all the greats do.

lines keep marching through my nostrels

its hard to sleep most afternoons

even write now I feel more right

more in tune.


not everything salvagable is of use


I wish more people thought it was cool.

but being the fool is still living with love

you dont have to kill yourself with substances to find trust

weve had enough martyrs // a lover blossoms from above

as below...such is pain...such is growth

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