I have no idea… how this works… how anything works.
But my head is always full. A belly full of sentences, strung together in a slimy knot of nothing.
Restless, fearless, and unapologetically disgusting.
I cannot steer these thoughts. Cannot control them.
I have no idea how this works, how anything works.
I just cherry-pick the words that work for the work.
But as I grew older, what was once weird is now blurry and weightless.
And when you think of a thing a lot, it kind of loses its meaning, its strength and it really becomes nothing again.
The trick that sticks is to wait. Just wait.
Let the night reset the brain and welcome the next day.
I really need the light to make sense of the darkness.
The day always provides the right from wrong, good from bad.
A belly full of sentences so incredible that they won’t leave the brain,
but will accept a forget when you put them on a piece of paper.
