the perpetual state of loneliness
yesterday we met with robin again. we harmonized together on a song of ours called "on pink sheets" that i wrote for tauni. i don't know if it can be comprehended how much that one moment meant for me to be literally singing along with robin wilson, to one of MY songs, no less!
i was so tired out after that but i still had to go to work. so i went to work and basically skated through the day hoping my manager wouldn't see me slouched over somewhere dying. after work, i went home, ate spaghetti and went to sleep.
i vaguely remember being woken up by my late-born beat counterpart, but what we talked about, i have no idea. i like those conversations, not the ones i don't remember, but the most recent i have had with her.
i have been wearing all black lately. i love black. i can't help it. yeah, i know i'm totally the coin depressed kid but i don't care. black explains so much. it makes me relatively unapproachable. which is good.
this is all a scam
to sell you more happiness
that you don't need
to be given along with endless filled cups of grief
that you don't need
to give an idea of true loneliness:
loneliness
n 1: the state of being alone in solitary isolation [syn: solitariness] 2: sadness resulting from being forsaken or abandoned.
there are dimensions missed in the diagram
the tears
the blood
the vomit
the cold sweat
the joy
///
i love,
now,
to be loved.
xo
p.s. beatnista, look! www.riverslikeoceans.tk // www.eightshotrevolver.tk
i was so tired out after that but i still had to go to work. so i went to work and basically skated through the day hoping my manager wouldn't see me slouched over somewhere dying. after work, i went home, ate spaghetti and went to sleep.
i vaguely remember being woken up by my late-born beat counterpart, but what we talked about, i have no idea. i like those conversations, not the ones i don't remember, but the most recent i have had with her.
i have been wearing all black lately. i love black. i can't help it. yeah, i know i'm totally the coin depressed kid but i don't care. black explains so much. it makes me relatively unapproachable. which is good.
this is all a scam
to sell you more happiness
that you don't need
to be given along with endless filled cups of grief
that you don't need
to give an idea of true loneliness:
loneliness
n 1: the state of being alone in solitary isolation [syn: solitariness] 2: sadness resulting from being forsaken or abandoned.
there are dimensions missed in the diagram
the tears
the blood
the vomit
the cold sweat
the joy
///
i love,
now,
to be loved.
xo
p.s. beatnista, look! www.riverslikeoceans.tk // www.eightshotrevolver.tk