I’ll have these like boys, for entertainment or maybe to make the days seem less lonely, knowing they aren’t going anywhere.
In the background
Just waiting for something to happen
You’re 30 now. 30
What are you doing with your life?
I like being creative, but making it as an artist is impossible, with this flood of posers.
At the same time I wonder if I’m one of those posers.
Wanting to send this to him
But knowing it won’t matter
(But that 1/200th of me feels it might.)
Stoned again & I love to write.
Hoping for something better
Wish I had the drive to change.
But if I just hold on I know that something magical is happening.
And it’s when you’re vulnerable things can happen
Time. Time. Time.