I Can't Remember Anything
I asked myself what I lived for. A dream of a girl. Nothing else could persuade me from the awful, dreary pleasure of watching the perpetual cycle of our emotions validating themselves until I come face to God. Although I forget when I play video games.
I'm learning things still. Like how to brush your teeth before bed and how to do the dishes. I'm still learning.
I've gotten good at not thinking about things. I slept for hours and I watch each day pass. If I went to sleep now, tomorrow will forgive me and nothing will change. I hate the watching. I hate being merely a state of the mind. Everything keeps happening and I feel so inconsequential.
I want to write a book about searching for the perfect song. But it isn't really about any particular song at all. It's just that one note of humanity. All I yearn for is the one eternal, lugubrious interval to realize that tired, awkward, fading beat that probably encompasses life.
I'm learning things still. Like how to brush your teeth before bed and how to do the dishes. I'm still learning.
I've gotten good at not thinking about things. I slept for hours and I watch each day pass. If I went to sleep now, tomorrow will forgive me and nothing will change. I hate the watching. I hate being merely a state of the mind. Everything keeps happening and I feel so inconsequential.
I want to write a book about searching for the perfect song. But it isn't really about any particular song at all. It's just that one note of humanity. All I yearn for is the one eternal, lugubrious interval to realize that tired, awkward, fading beat that probably encompasses life.