All the colors have to be different New strokes of my art say everything i cant They are new i expect The change is the only repetitive feature of me
Designs stay the same only because they are different Old habits happen to be new habits wearing masks Careening past what i thought i knew into something i know all too well Same place, different time
Change the lightbulbs Do your laundry Love someone
Find disdain in the world Say its pointless Try not to believe it
Consume Give and take destroy Cycle after cycle of frustration and grief
Continue, the worst you could do is stop or keep going with this thought
grain, world Expansion, sudden New love, new Take that -nothing matters-I rule the world- I hate everyone- Bury it Humble yourself, cry a little, cry a lot Get bigger, get better Grow, learn, say everything say anything
Stopping your car in the middle of the road Jokes that people laugh at but hate (puns/offensive jokes) Drugs (but not alcohol) Wrestling with animals Eat the entire pizza in one sitting. Alone Arguing in public Respect (apparently) Making your mom jokes to people with dead moms Being louder than your dad Existing completely out of spite (as a result of your mom) Living with your best friend Ordering an entire pizza and instead of eating it you just lick off the toppings Jokes about suicide ellen
someone told me it was a poem, i didnt mean it to be. i think the only thing im capable of is verse
bigger things to broad the pain is large the happiness is small how to find love in a world full of restless people what do you do when you cant see the beauty anymore, but you know its there metaphor is too much for my mind being direct keeps backfiring i hate it all
what if all im good at is this what if im not even good at it what if the only thing thats relieving is writing it down what if i dont get any more than what i am what if that not good enough for myself what if im doomed to be restless to be unhappy to be the same