Jul 18, 2018
still, like me
I’m sorry I’m so sour. No matter how I sugarcoat it, I’ve always been a bitter pill. The good things about me, are terrible when unwanted; my wrath could be brilliant if ever properly motivated. But I’m tired, so fucking tired, best I can offer is, you’ll get used to the taste.
I guess this is what happens when idealistic aliens get stuck in a paradise being destroyed by ignorant thieves. I still think love is a signal, a beacon for home. I listen for the doorways, and the way it’s supposed to be, but it’s getting harder to hear these days.