you ever feel like your head’s in the dirt?
and everything is
blurry? and every
word you hear sounds too
slurred to even stand
a chance of hurting?
and yet the worst
things fly high in your mind
like birds of worry? and
you hurriedly
misinterpret, the world is
cryptocurrency,
and the only thing
you’re sure of is
that uncertainty is certainly
the only purpose
you’re serving
but on the surface,
you stay working,
and learning, and
let the bourbon wash away
that lurking serpent of
nervousness that
snuck in through
a curtain that’s flirting
with closure,
undeterred by
the purple you’ve been
turning ever since you
realized you’ve submerged
yourself into Earth and its
absurdities
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
you ever feel like your head’s in the dirt?
and everything is
blurry? and every
word you hear sounds too
slurred to even stand
a chance of hurting?
and yet the worst
things fly high in your mind
like birds of worry? and
you hurriedly
misinterpret, the world is
cryptocurrency,
and the only thing
you’re sure of is
that uncertainty is certainly
the only purpose
you’re serving
but on the surface,
you stay working,
and learning, and
let the bourbon wash away
that lurking serpent of
nervousness that
snuck in through
a curtain that’s flirting
with closure,
undeterred by
the purple you’ve been
turning ever since you
realized you’ve submerged
yourself into Earth and its
absurdities