It’s been one hell of a year so far. I napped while you couldn’t sleep. I woke up with a hunger for oreo cookies and cheap sushi. salmon. they must of run out of the tuna. I wonder how much mercury I can handle?
message me if you know what I was wearing when we met.
I haven’t been able to wear my hat in a while. not in two years. not with my hair long.
anyways. In this stage of the game I need a shower, a good scrub, a moral scrub.
far be it from me to keep the municipal waters from washing away my sins.
I am not a perfect man. I am flawed. I am self centered. And attached to an identity. I’m attached to you. I’m scared you’ll see me in the darkest of light and run away.
I am working. I am getting better.
I wish you the most success today. you’re in my crazy prayers.
attached to you
I am not
if you know
napped, woke and wonder
the good part
the turning point
waters, washing away
when we met