monksta

it's funny, revisiting thoughts and ideas and old people.

finding out that a girl you fell for left the boy she fell
for and how she's happy she's alone.

finding out old people you thought you'd never talk to again
magically appear and wipe that hate right off your face.

it's just odd, these days.

i'm glad i'm above it all, which is snobbish to say, and
egotistical although all 1% of my body has such a thing
inside it.

i just don't care anymore, life is life, and too short.
why live with hatred, anger, when you can just live.

i'm glad she is happy and lacking hair now, just like,
i'm glad i'm happy with a typewriter,
and i'm glad that most of you out there are happy.

it's the way of the world, a bunch of pain,
a scarred wrist, burnt cigarettes, and a sunshine

just touching your eyelids.