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