i like to think i do.

but the truth is i know fuck all about what i'm doing.
it's mostly just impulse.
i crave joy.
it feels like a phantom limb on a war wounded statistic.
it's the difference between what's real at 5:37 am
and what i think....FEEL should be real.

this is me venting.
i will now go to sleep.
somebody fucking comment!
you know...cause it's nice.

1 Comment:

  1. Anonymous said...
    what? what? what?

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