i miss the artic summers

listening to music on the internet
in the morning/ knowing there's so much to do
but it's pink pyjamas but it's today for today but it's at least this is different

it's not quiet in the house
(not at all)
and i shy away from noisemakers
black hole sun my way into today

last night no bad dreams
but lately it's so rare
to not... where did this anxiety come back from
why was clint eastwood stalking me?
when did ll cool j become a stealth psycho cult killer.
these are my dreams. the suspense of death.
"fear is the mind killer."


i miss the champagne daze of summertime:
me
a bike
a book
champagne toasts to getting through work to each sunset to smiles on the street
when i lived w/ a rooftop view of the skyline
the days i rode each day into the sunset
when i lone wolfed all the way to team ghost before it ghosted

and it's another year and the plans laid out are so simple
here's to seeing if the past could ever catch up w/ the present

hearts abound