So, maybe I wasn’t in the best place yesterday. I watched Kill Your Darlings and got a little swept away by the world sorrow.
I see a dream written on the wall. It has no end, no beginning, is all middle. The sour sting of drink, I tumble over forgotten chains tied to my wrists. The charm of the ever-believer. The curse of my paralysis. Have you been to war like I have? Have you fucked your closest foe? There's no string in the shoe box to tie me down beside you. We have been high and drunk. We tried on life. I pause the movie, the illusion of my genius. There's no written consent, no formal request to overcome my demons. It's all in a dream and the sneakers under your bed. 52416