wholly not myself.
i've been trying to patch up my room so i can just hide away in it all the while i'm there.
i put up some handmade paper,
some paintings,
and i try to hang things on the doorknobs just so it hides the door.
i think if i can hide the door, i'll never have to leave.
you know?
then i'll burn some incense, and the smoke makes me feel detatched from the world.
because in this little patched up room, i can breath in an air that is wholly me.
a mixture that i alone have experienced.
god damn the ironies that reside inside my head.
god damn my aspirations to simply aspire.
god damn my pretencious behavior.
i put up some handmade paper,
some paintings,
and i try to hang things on the doorknobs just so it hides the door.
i think if i can hide the door, i'll never have to leave.
you know?
then i'll burn some incense, and the smoke makes me feel detatched from the world.
because in this little patched up room, i can breath in an air that is wholly me.
a mixture that i alone have experienced.
god damn the ironies that reside inside my head.
god damn my aspirations to simply aspire.
god damn my pretencious behavior.