laneways
i never know what to write but i guess most of the time, mediocre ideas such as cliche ideas that everybody else writes... I guess with writing experience i'll learn to think outside of the box; what can i say; i'm a left-brain thinker.
are you really all the things that are outside of me? the subtlties of taste.
there is nothing like a daily routine. usually i loathe such things, but memorizing every bump of the carriage and turn of the train? it fills me up every morning.
Such a great thing, being held together by a little twisted metal. Being prevented from falling apart. It's something we need to appreciate. Something we need to give gratitude to; it keeps us from separating.
Constricting against my legs, my abdomen... like what a boa constrictor causes, consciousness lost.
I have so many wishes. Too many, actually to call me human. I'd just like myself to stick to some sort of schedule, meaning NO procrastinating, NO more embarrassing amounts of time on the computer...
Like confetti, they fluttered down into the streets and showered the crowd with hopes and a solution for the future.