He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him and sometimes with scorn and sometimes I believe him.
And sometimes I’m convinced my friends think I am crazy, get scared and call him but he’s usually hazy.
By one in the morning day is not ended, by two he is scared and sleep is no friend, and by four he will drink but cannot feel it, sleep will not come because sleep does not will it and I dont believe him.
Morning is mocking me.
If you had a day to live as someone, who would it be?
Mary-Kate Olsen. duh.
open your heart
follow your passion
make a difference
while you still can.
I am growing tired of these insipid conversations. Where are all the people with substance?
world weary and in bed