red is not.

there's nothing to whine about. nothing to complain.
I did it. Rather, I didn't. It's why I'm still here.
HOPES AND DREAMS remain, what they always have been.
Vague.
It's the simplest thing isn't it?
It's the most simplest motherfucking thing.
You're right about me. Every single word.
Dunk me in salt. I wanna blister like a slug.

long walks off the beach. asphalt is a crude replacement

90's alternatives, nostalgic sentiments.
i see a boy and a girl, side by side, on a swing, huddled up.
on a vast field of green grass, and trees.
The sky is clear, no clouds in sight.
All they have is the now and each other.
Song ends, next track...

A gazilion complications that make up our little story.
Long bus ride, full tummy, empty heart.

A dozen cigarette butts, littered along many a wasted day,
worn keyboards and bacteria laced fingers;
a result of careless neglect.

Green tea. No sympathy.
It's the cloudless empty skies and me sitting under the flyover as the trains cruise above,
bad habits, the list is a page long now.
A lady in a short white dress, short hair too, zoned out on her I-tune audiotrip,
be my sugar mama? i'm a half decent boy.

i'm thinking of all the things that could be thought,
and all the things I'll never do.
It's good to be you.

co ed

In all its swirly splendor,
the small matter of existence is a love-hate burden.
Not that we have a choice.