life has its own kind of humor
but it brings you
far from
laughter
the way things just happen
& take you closer to madness
but sanity is so boring, anyway
and so is sleep
and so are people
and so is peace
and the way it all ties together
in the end
& if time is made up
then we don't exist
as every second
is devoted to the way you move
in which case
every sip
is slowing down
nothingness in
it's purest form
lavender tinting
all my wildest dreams
"that's life", they say
and I'm still trying
to figure out what that means