You were cool, now you're crying. (Poem)
Tightrope walker, blocked by his spitting on what is, uncertain in it. Watching faces grow smaller, watching laces unravel. What a trip. And missing it all, he misses it all it's all just a fraction of the sun. Tired, in flux Angry, in flux Loving, in flux Fucking, in flux Living so contrived fury for the sake of pity blurry vision, stumbling pretty, cursing a life claimed so shitty. I should take responsibility. I want to be seen like a movie, a 3rd person beauty. I want you to see me. Spiraling. An indie film personified. Lying, in flux Sleeping, in flux Drunken, in flux Fucked.













