eppervescent

[asinine_asylum]

i sit here

this mentally emaciated version of my former self
still pining for more

the only thing i do well besides cook, grow plants, perform cunnilingus, and wax poetic is wish i was something more than i am

whats the fucking point of all this?

we keep hurdling towards oblivion, so many of us unaware that the end could very well be right around the corner.

i close my eyes and walk through intersections. i cut myself. i take hallucinogenic drugs. i grow illegal plants. i work this horrible job that has fried my loins to a crisp. i should be the upper echelon of society.

have you ever woke up in the morning and just started walking? not knowing when you want to stop?

i've worn the sole off my soul. there isnt much left to bare.

take my blood
take my heart
its all for sale

if i die tomorrow, all i want to to have made an impact on one persons life.

i dont write more because im afraid of what will come out next