the way things don't work

[nutellafntastic]

the things you didn't even think you were thinking, the fog floating between the thoughts that are lightning conectors, is somehow so non/tangible. makes the thickest weeds that you can't cut down right away, and can't find their roots or seeds, but look at with a head of not knowing and filled with cool clouds. so you wait for the forest to shrivel and squeeze by it, best forgetting, only do not listen to that song.

in other news, my dad has majorly shrunk away from his epic self, and is now so quiet, but doesn't mind scooping floating poop from a toilet, or taking my little sister back to school shopping, if it is the right thing to do.