it sucks that someone elses treasure ends up becoming another persons trash. and that my everyda overwhelms are like an annoying pebble stuck in your shoe.
and before we run out of time talking to each other, can i just be cruel about something for now?
one day the things i see that nobody else can, will be remarked as a rare sense of brillance
looking out my bedroom window watching birds to past the time what happened today, yesterday, will mean nothing by tomorrow. everything eventually blends in with the rubble in my backyard. just a collection of dull, shooting stars.
“thats thr way of going about it!” but it all feels like pretense i dont understand any of it, no i dont understand it.
meanwhile i tried killing yesterday striking my memories with rocks as my mind wanders. drowning in it, soiling it. the earth shakes but i guess it was just me all along i wonder if i shared, my thoughts would be studied somewhere.
it never goes the way i wanted it to. its dumb, so i never bother going through with my plans copious amount of money spent on things i cant sell instead paying for the “cure” that ended up collaspsing in the end.