Today I saw a biker man in a blue shirt and squarish sunglasses. He was tall and blonde and just enough of chunky to make him solid; he held his wife's hand and dropped some money casually into the donation bucket of some teenager. My theory remains: all the good guys are either gay, taken, or ninety.
Today I want to have the excuse of insomnia, instead of just being too awake to sleep. I want to go into my room and find a bed that alone in the room, alone with its lavender sheets and Dutch-trimmed pillows. A room that's whitewashed with little pastels colors all over it: baby blue sheer curtains filtering moonlight, a soft yellow rug on the floor, pink flowers and hearts strewn across the walls.
Today I lived an entire day, mostly, outside, but it's so hard to remember easily. I remember the soft sunshine in the morning, and the grand comforts to be found inside the hood of my 80's-inspired hoodie, and joking around with the Vanilla Gorilla, and those beautiful old glossy cars, and the extreme loveliness of the layers of my hair. Have I begun to think in icons, I wonder. I have some new ones.
Would you settle for a wasted life?
We can't always belong to a place in time.
Come along for the ride, let them take you inside -
No one wants to wait anymore;
Come along for the ride, let them take you inside.
And all my thoughts wrapped up in neverending white lights
and celestial beings parting ways with me;
I'm losing faith in life.
Too afraid tonight to lie awake
And in my thoughts there are ways of getting lost.
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