The fragile keep secrets. Gathered in pockets. And they will sell them for nothing. A cheap watch or locket. That kind of gold washes off. And the sad act like lepers.
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire. Something that would make me never want another. Something that would make it so that nothing matters. All would be clear then.
Sitting around, no work today. Try pacing to keep awake. Laying around, no school today. Just drink until the clock. Has circled all the way. . It's late afternoon.
If could change your days. Arranging them in some sweet new sequence. Like any new arrangement is going to make a difference. Because it is the moment that you are living in.