slate landlock, quaternary headspace open to face the light,
feel better, knowing it'll improve.
live life like
two drops from separate sinks, in simultaneous drive.
get it over with, there'll be time to breathe,
time to resolve that pressure,
building under left temples and fourth knuckles,

it's never been as easy as this to **** everything up.

it's never been such an opportune day.
shut the window and watch leaves fall,
let it all pass.
feel worse, just keep telling lies, keep making mistakes.