thoughts come as madness dangling cigarette traces lazy circles in the morning sunlight, head still foggy, i ask myself and the morning sun "are these strang moments the essence of life?" i don't know mind jumping here and there waltzing with the sunlight and floating ash thoughts of paradise and then, socks... jitterary tap tap tapping scratch scratch scratching. there has to be something to grasp here besides a cup of coffee, besides a smoke between half empty beer can emerges a thought; that maybe, this struggling artist or rather mumbling idiot may yet, emerge, a butterfly.
Reason for writing:
life and the conclusions drawn from the alternating periods of love/hate happy/sad...general mania drawn from being up all night.
Birth sign: Cancer
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