Ever question what you are doing? Is it right for you? Are you sure this is what you want? Then you think, that if you keep questioning yourself maybe it isn't. Then again, your questioning leads you no where because you realize you are on the right track.
There is a radio next to me. It's black and brown and should be big. I can't really see what station is on or if there is a tape inside. I will never find out because the radio is in a picture. Thus, there is a picture of a radio that is black and brown, and if in person would be big. But, being that it's only a picture, it's small and it's sitting right next to me.
Blame me for whatever reason, I don't care. I'm not sorry.
With a snap of the fingers, red will turn green.
I'm missing my chapstick again. I'm pissed because I bought a new one a few weeks ago and then lost it. So I went out and got a new one, then fucking lost that one. I went through this five times! One day I'm going to open a purse or go in a jacket pocket and find all the missing chapsticks. It'll be like a years supply worth. Then, I will apologize for losing them and promise I'll never do it again.
I thought nothing of it, deleted it, and smoked a cig.
Upon arriving home and taking my supplies out of the bag, I was upset that my milk had a puncture wound close to the bottom. It was fine in the store, so something in my car must of beaten it up. Doesn't suprise me, my car needs to be cleaned out. It fights off any new item thrown in there. But with some masking and scotch tape my milk is all fixed up and ready to be used for my Mac and Cheese.
Do you ever look in the mirror and think to yourself what you could be spreading? If you even at all. But wouldn't the thought of that, the mere fucking thought of that, get you thinking and looking? Fucking look harder! It's like a rippling wave crashing, ruining others all because you wanted to play a game. Well, isn't it all of a sudden lame?
Now that we...is it over? I kind of hope not.
In the middle of my bed us where you rest. When I talk to you, you sit on my chest. You listen to me. You comfort me when I need to cry. When I'm scared you're there to get my by. I love you, you're the best.
I'm giving up on him showing up. Showing up ever? I don't know. Maybe. Partly. Mostly. Not so much. Him who? Him I want? Him I don't want? Or him I don't already know? Two out of three. Okay, I lied, all three. Alright, I might have lied again.
As my walk continues, I tap into my mind of the things that have been going on around me. I sort out thoughts and come up with conclusions and make some new goals for the months that lies ahead.