Hey! Yeah, you, shitface!
Pay attention to me! Please…
I think I like you.
Hey! Yeah, you, shitface!
Pay attention to me! Please…
I think I like you.
Titling something
“One Hundred” creates too much
Expectation, ugh
Do you look over
When you stand atop the ledge?
What do you see there?
Is Cupid’s aim true
After he’s had a few drinks?
Or does it falter?
Sunset and sunrise,
Can you tell the difference
In a photograph?
The grass is greener
Wherever some seem to go
And that could be you
It boggles my mind
None of us have to be here
And yet, here we are
Why do you greet me
When we meet. And why do I
Feel sad if you don’t
Water flows through me
And you, and them, and this Earth
Like it belongs here
With so much to see
I find myself wanting more
Than just these two eyes