dawn

All the trees are alive with a little bit of wind. Just a giant moving sponge. Little fingers are actually little mouths and lungs.

And they are cooler than anything that you’ve got going on.

Made for shade.

Revenge is stupid.

Most of the time.

Damned near all.

The shit for lower beings and how they choose to operate.

I’m angry at myself when I miss, so I’ll miss Even more.

Then you apply some mental voodoo.

If you miss,you have a better chance at being pure, because you clearly don’t care.

Which is some fucked up thinking.

Head trap.

That might be the best term for it.

And if you get really good at the maneuver, no one can make failure seem so cool.

Exhale it.

You extrude it.

And the other monkeys around you only perceive you as “weird”.

And this cycle repeats until you’re away from them.

So you fall in love with that time.

When it’s just you.

This,,,

Shit man, that is a fundamental perversion.

Fun

Da

Mental.

(and now?)

Now you exist,you live and breathe until you have to do it again.

Very difficult to find anyone that understands.

Give a fuck about the win/lose.

Only interested in the “why”.

Figure it out and you’ll figure out all those people standing on the corners.

You’ll understand the beggars and the thieves and the addicts.

Someone’s life has taught them

“it’s better this way”.

So, in some weird way,I feel like I understand them.

I understand fucked people and the undeniable truth that they’re still people.

Some good, some bad, all in chains.

Incapable of driving between the lines.

Misunderstood and without resolve.

Wayward fucks.

I get it.

I feel ya.

Wish we could huddle up and fix this.

Wish there was a place like that 👍

I would rather be looking at beauty, I wish that’s what everyone was doing.

Maybe they are, in their own bizarre way