i have drank way too much
as we scream words with no voice that mean nothing to others but just to recite them will break us and cast us into such despair, where we can find truth and beauty with a single glance. so turn such leaves over only to see the under belly on a small unknown, fuck this fuck time. dream in small increments and don't set dream and life to high on a plain that is non exisetent. drink and be glad that you haven't found a reason to kill yourself yet