Keep It Like A Secret
There's all of this grey muck, smog, something.. hanging around my head this weekend, can't see straight. Drinking coffee and listening to Built to Spill probably isn't helping my clarity, but there it is. Clarity, Ahniwa, you're probably the only one who gets what that reminds me of, I'm so angry with you but I am really finding myself missing you...
I don't want to talk about this.
It's stupid and annoying, what time does to your memories. And we will leave it at that.
Last night the atmosphere clung to the earth like death clings to everyone who lives; the sky felt uncomfortably low and there was no moon, no stars. And as Little Kitty takes his Pegasus position in the litter box, I am aware that I need to hit the pavement to sweat this depressing bullshit out of my body. All that glitters isn't gold.
I don't want to talk about this.
It's stupid and annoying, what time does to your memories. And we will leave it at that.
Last night the atmosphere clung to the earth like death clings to everyone who lives; the sky felt uncomfortably low and there was no moon, no stars. And as Little Kitty takes his Pegasus position in the litter box, I am aware that I need to hit the pavement to sweat this depressing bullshit out of my body. All that glitters isn't gold.
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