i told something that wasn’t; an excuse barely relevant. an ugly word that makes me scream “i am a human waste basket” but that’s all i’ve ever been so i’ll deal with you tomorrow. i know you use to have dreams of dying like kenneth pinyan. call me mr. hands and i’ll let you down easy.
the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen was something i couldn’t see with my eyes open. acceptance, existence, sunlight, sunlight.