somedays i feel like im floating

higher  and higher

and one day i might just

burst

when i hit atmosphere

and maybe then I’d be at peace

but i get the eerie feeling 

ill never stop 

going
nand going and going and

going

i haven’t slept at all this week

and every rest is restless

i told myself this year would be better
but I can’t change the weather

so i turn to the little things

to keep me alive:

the people who light up my life

walks in the cold and the rain

a new collection of lighters

and the art in fresh stains

and as you get older

you realize that’s life

nothing short of misery
but sprinkled with beautiful things

it’s the little things i tell myself

and that’s just the truth

ill smoke one to see the sun

and wait for my days
to become undone