life is like going on a trip you pack your things, man up and leave some book hotels with welcome drinks some - rooms just small enough to kneel
with time your baggage gets more weight you even throw some stuff away: old friends with different life views parents farewelling on a cruise..
you try to not stick in your case the useless shit - to keep more space for happy romances abroad career well chosen taking off
but still there will come time or two when pointless objects follow you or maybe bag of yours will turn into a landfill that won’t burn your back will ache from all this weight: drunk texts, heartbreaks.. disease with name too long to say
at last, like going on a trip you’ll never know what things you’ll need forget sunscreen, pack too much socks this is our pilot episode
so cheer and praise this bumpy road stash all the nonsense you’ll confront and at one point go to the pier throw all to waves, and then you’ll see
casket of wood where was valise which is to hold only one piece lay there and ask a nearby kid to push the box — your rest is here
5.30 am
life’s dancing when there is no tune you have no clue where you should turn sometimes the music plays too loud you’ve got no chance to keep it down it stimulates all your brain’s nerves and follows you with no remorse life is about them sleepless nights some days you hit snooze all ten times it’s all about not having time but spending hours on dumb rewinds it’s getting anxious when you talk to men that always seem too bored and then you spiral - wonder, wonder in their perception - am i hot? life’s when you sit in empty bus after a date where you went nuts and then some man gets in next stop so stay alert, don’t look, don’t talk i feel it all, some days are fine once in a while though there come times when you would rather slit your wrists jump on the rails, drink too much bleach but you keep living, living, till you feel again it’s worth the drill “without some darkness there’s no light” i force myself to think at night upon a crash out too intense at least your sleep now will be dense some live to live, some - to explore to see sun rise as much as fall to love, to hate, to fear, to waste be fucked, even if it’s a big mistake this is my life - a lot to bear the only rule’s to not compare i’m sure i’ll learn the moves to make wait - hear a song i do not hate? if life’s a dance pole, then we all have our own music in headphones each makes the moves they can, they want — and while we’re here, if there’s a chance would care to join my little dance?
