Nov 24, 2018
Before and After
Before I am tired, when I am fresh and ready to go, there’s not much emotional comfort on my mind. But when I am fucking exhausted; when my mind is mixed and dizzy like an industrial cookie doe mixer, all that I can think of is having a nice girl with a real soul and plenty of deep opinions to hold me. If I were cold, would she be warm? If I told the world that I wrote suicide letters at work; if I screamed that 9-5 everyday I spent my time writing my distress, would she find me and wrap herself around my hurt? I bet the world all the wood and carpet that she’d love me