to cease your anger. your blood is running out. i count change on my bed. plan out our next few conversations. pull my hair so that you don't have to. and wait until the morning. unfinished homework, unclean hair, burnt toast on old bread, and stale pop in a chipped glass. tuesday morning firedrill. pick out the ensemble and set it aside. three colors, threse. a headache and a blowjob.

the days that I have nothing to do are filled with the most wasted time.
the busiest days are packed to the rim (overflowing at times!) with productivity.

 幸運

Living out of boxes and moving forever.
I'm brushing the dust off.

I pass minutes in seconds
or is it seconds in a minute, like everyone else?

it's a harsh world.

The reason to write, lately, has been of things unwriteable.
Experience. Life.

There are things that have not been written or said that remain.
Precious.