One of my favorite things, is coming here and pouring my heart out.
Making it real, running through details and experience..
My favorite thing, is afterwards.
Deleting it.
Throwing it in the vault.
I had a chance to be honest and I took it, then I threw it behind a locked door.
It’s a weird feeling, scrolling over that button that says
“move to draft”.
Loses or wins, doesn’t matter.
Doesn’t matter that I was here.
Not after you hit that button.
You might as well have said nothing at all…
But I did.
I chose to.
Even for a blink.
And it’s special, to me.
So fuck it.
There’s plenty to be happy about .
Plenty.
(you weren’t born Palestinian)
Yeah no shit, right ?
Could you imagine the misery?
Not like our misery, living that life would be a very unique misery..
Thank fuck I wasn’t born into that.
Jesus Titty-fucking…
Gah lee.
You betcha.
Let er rip tater chip.
dawn 