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.