[whatday]

today..

a lost day

dont remember

[whatday]

I’m no savant physics is tricky I’m no rags to riches story I’m no Hemingway Monet Gandhi or anything great, I’m just an ashtray of cigarettes smoked to the filter complete with the wrinkled patina, I’m just the drop of water that created the crack in the sidewalk you stutter step over towards tomorrow’s prettier parcels with no recognition of the feat accomplished, im nothing more than a gallon of ink and 2 feet trying to sort out a million words subconsciously affecting my sleep tendencies, remember me that’s all I’m asking if one person saves memory of me then this life was worth it, swerving, cause change is the only constant prominently relative to the life we’re working towards, stressing, you can feel it in my slightly sweaty grip at introduction, initially counter productive till paired up with the venomous adrenaline administered from your irises seduction next comes the influx of words confetti collected cleverly connected to master the art of laughter and laugh with her as long as it last cause when that’s past tense those are the moments you’ll reminisce

[whatday]

1

why's the future seem so grim again and again, maybe it's ive got nothing to run back to except ashtrays and drug days, home is where i lay my head im not asking for sympathy or pity just come take a walk, and watch the sunset with me, better yet, the moon rise cause the sunlights reflection off the moon reflecting off your eyes can only be described as the inspiration i search for inside but can never find memory like an elephant living in a fortified fortress i can remember the spaces between seconds yet constantly second guess my importance i skew and contort it till i avoid and destory it, i live in the eye of an f5 eat it like every bite, like eating a sandwich in a sandstorm waiting for santa clause to drop off presents but ill get past it, cause im everlasting like the alluring shimmer of a diamonds distractin refraction minus the price tag, divorce, and remounting to match it 10 times the passion no idle thoughts just ideas then action grab on for traction, compact it then write about the depressed blackened dragon a first hand written record of time spent making spontaneous decisions simply an attempt to practice precision in pitch black darkness hoping my muscles remember the stench of the stimulus by the atmospherical particles that started it

[br0kensunset]

It feels like I'm wasting my time on earth away. Is this how it's always going to be? Doing tedious things that won't matter in the long run and then every night ending up spending hours upon hours by myself overthinking, over-smoking, over-drinking over, overoverover...

But at the same time, what's the point in doing much else? In the end, all you've got left is a forgotten bouquet of wilting roses sitting by a cracked and dusty gravestone, and that's only if you're lucky. Some of us will most likely lack that one simple thing too.

[whatday]

having trouble keeping up with the days

so im gonna write something to post here everyday