Tell me

the darkest and dimmest of rooms attract me

what’s the opposite of a moth to a flame

worlds apart from my only interest

in a different galaxy than my deepest desire

my only obsoletion is the self destruction that you bring

may you have peace

I am happy.

I live well. I eat well, I fuck well

but when night comes, that’s a different story. the night makes me change

throw a few alcoholic beverages into the equation and the world has never know such longing

so fuck you

and fuck me.

and fuck him and him and him and him and fuck you.

fuck my sensibilities, and my desire for them to mean something more than they do

how do you forget something that meant everything

stay busy, start a new project, see friends, get under someone

all fine in theory. in theory life goes on, time passes, it becomes dull and I get tired of feeling this way. so tired that one day I just don’t anymore

so why am I ignoring a lovely girl, sat lonely in a booth thinking of you

morning will come and I will be brand new. 

morning always comes weather I want it to or not

a new day full of new colors and new shapes. why do you appear in these colors and these shapes that have nothing to do with you?

the cyclical nature of my thoughts make me wonder if it has always been this way

when the world quiets down I allow myself to indulge in them

day time distractions, night time truths. its best to just let them be

drink in hand, cigarette burning out in the ashtray

                              

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