52 of these fucking things
i wrote a 365 page manifesto, one day, long long ago. what i soon realized in the unlivable and monotonous aftermath is that i could have chosen any one of those pages. taken it to kinko's, and had 364 copies made of it. it wasn't like that then, but it is now. i'm at pause, waiting for someone or something to pick up the remote control and hit play again.
today was slightly different. if it wasn't for the brief and beautiful sunshower i don't know what i would have done.
kind of ironic and sad that someone would have these thoughts on their birthday? exactly.
today was slightly different. if it wasn't for the brief and beautiful sunshower i don't know what i would have done.
kind of ironic and sad that someone would have these thoughts on their birthday? exactly.