why,

[creative_corpse]

unquestionably apparent that things will not ever be clear,
but only in my eyes.

tuesday morning, 10am.
CHANGE, or from a highest hopes point of view,
revolution.

no matter how often i think about how to put feelings into words,
the reality of the situation is that i cant.
ill write until my face caves in, and you still wont know what im saying.
assumption is embarrassing.

so is vomit,
but im obsessed.