2009-08-07
must be a lie
I feel tired; I have no reason to be tired like this. It’s been a week near lethargy, in some ways.
She got jumper cable lips
She got sunset on her breath
I inhaled just a little bit
Now I got no fear of death
It would be easy to say, I’ve got nothing for you here. But I know that’s not the case. There’s lots, and I could list it off. Impending fear of loneliness, eschewing potential, secondhand inspiration and lukewarm, vicarious thrill… trepidacious future.
Maybe he’s right, maybe I’m an appreciator, not a creator. I thought he was right as I carelessly flicked my watercolor brush across the mountains, the blue bleeding into the purple. I didn’t see a point in trying too hard. When you put in effort, it sucks when you fail.
And I realize I don’t have a lot of answers, and just end up brooding in response. I want to feel more alive. Jumper cable lips. Oooohh, I could die.
A want to prod at the default mode, poke the status quo, prick mundanity. I know what I’m getting at. Next time I’ll offer up something a bit more coherent.
leesah-likes at 12:06 a.m.