MEGAN
not pessimistic.
but hella close.
rather a very merry sprinkle of realism.
sprinkle,
not pinch,
not scoop.
because those adjectives are not my cup of tea.
and my cups of tea
tend to be rather specific.
so if you cannot drink with me
then the lord shall cometh again.
WHERE DA HIPSTERS AT?
not pessimistic.
but hella close.
rather a very merry sprinkle of realism.
sprinkle,
not pinch,
not scoop.
because those adjectives are not my cup of tea.
and my cups of tea
tend to be rather specific.
so if you cannot drink with me
then the lord shall cometh again.
WHERE DA HIPSTERS AT?
and sleep is impossible.
even if the action of which is something knowingly required in your head. it’s ironic that after an event, or several, the thing most beneficial is practically an obstacle to achieve. and when you wake up, or “wake” up from whatever trance could barely be considered rest, your mind possesses the exact same disturbing thoughts and the exact same cumbersome worries that prevented you from it in the first place.
life’s a bitch, even your subconscious is a bitch.
