I've fallen down a rabbit hole of energetic music and now im not sleepy anymore.
But i am.
But not enough?
Or too much.
But the windows are shiny and the curtains are raw, and the table is set but the plates are cold.
No one is coming, they're all invited.
The door is locked but the gates wide open.
Bring your fish they're welcome too.
Keep em on a leash though, they bite.
And theres no pie, just dessert.
Like sugar on a carrot, tossed into a deep trench of longing.
Opening clouds and shuffling coffee,
Tiny mailboxes, with unborn mushrooms, and small little cupcakes with daisys on top.
And grassfed potatos with a devilish grin,
and lonely chicklets with a paycheck,
waiting at the train station for the plumber to arrive.
But he never came
And they're still there.
Fighting to survive on only air.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Organized Insanity
De TodoA collection of random poem type things and conversations that make me question my mental stability. Many thanks to my good friend @pop-punk-rock-girl for putting up with this nonsense at 2 a.m and helping put this book together!
