Sleep Alone

Mind the lies, I’m the only one who see’s who you are in the dark.

And you.. you are starting to really get tedious. I love you, but you have lost everything that made me fall for you in the first place. You’re more like everyone else than you’d like to think. And I’m not. And you’re stifling me.

Damn whoever let me read Kerouac as a 15 year old. Didn’t they know it would turn me into this fucking blur who is only excited by the thought of poets and never ending highways. And the only way I can even pretend to be a properly functioning member of a society is by filling myself up with wine and an assortment of pills until I’m less of a blur and more of a smudge.

Whatever. 178 days til I’m out of here. Feel free to come find me at Coachella, or in Vegas. I’m working on getting my arse to NY as well.