Elucidating Questions

How fucking good

Is feeling it the next day

And no I don’t mean

Sarcasm in any way

It’s good to feel it because for now I have proof

That it happened and that it was you.

Not a dream or a nightmare, or some story in my head.

Being touched is like experiencing a warmth that isn’t mine.

Irritable arguing and jabs that show what doesn’t at different times.

You know I’m holding it in but you don’t know why or what

You don’t know how often

You know but

Imagine the world placed weights upon your shoulders

And every day was like dragging yourself

Through the wastelands

And when nothing happens

The world becomes a blur

No places to explore

No companions

No fur

I revel in pain that has a reason

Because I get so stuck in the painful seasons

Wrapped in muscles that ache, bones that quake, joints that shake out of their sockets

It’s nice to know it hurts

Because of a rocket.

Windy windy how you blow

Did you have to do this though?

This is quite

Annoying

Could you just

Do the thing?

Windy windy how you blow

Like though really like now though

Kthx bye 😘

Pretty boy pretty boy

Plays alone

Who fuck could take him home?

Pretty boy pretty boy

On the street

Striking, cute, romantic, sweet.

Pretty boy pretty boy

Lost his head

Now he dreams he’ll wake up dead

Fuck

Uckf

Ckfu

Kfuc

~ Art

I cannot control the shuffle

So Hedley Hedley

And you go

Hoo hoo hoo

I’m in so much pain right now,

But somehow you reach through

I’m trying to not stop living but I give and I give and I give myself away

And it never comes back

I’ve given up

I know this is my life now

But I worry and then I remember it’s pointless and then I feel like

But it’s not you it’s coincidences

I just needed to hear a song that was your song

And I don’t feel any better

But at least

At least

I don’t know

I can pretend I had someone to lean on

Just for a second

I love you

I’m sorry.

Silence makes the truth pour out

I wish I could hear guitar without the fucking words getting in the way

Why is the guitar always so mean?

Why does it have to say such mean things?

Why can’t there be a guitar that sings about

But when it’s silent the truth pours out

How it pours

I’m so alone

And it’s so silent

Emotions make me ugly.

They make me so ugly.

Faking it all alone doesn’t

Fucking

Work you fucking idiot

Why can’t I be positive?

Have you seen all these fucking people I can fake it with until I feel better?

No because I’m alone

And I’m too fucking stupid

I want to be dead.

Please let me be dead soon.