(0234) electricity pt. 1

i wake up and smile at the stranger looking back at me. looking back at me with ease as i break down these imaginary doors. it's all about patience and grace. a black comedy awaits my stomach. electricity forming at the roots. a repetitive stress injury convoluted with fear. nervousness convoluted with narcissism and a broken jaw. it's over and done with. and they say it with an empty breath. alone, and it's not ever changing. your lack of honesty was never too becoming to fit that style of intelligence. wrap it around my head. can't wrap it around my head. i look to the right and see a box of eroded memories. i have nothing to live for other than love and art. the love of art and the art of love. distance killed the consequences of being too connected. and distance killed the consequences of being caught up in the moment... for the sun laughs at the moon when he's not looking. if he only knew.

inebriated deadly and coughing on the floor. brushes his teeth and goes to bed.