mirror shades
It's a strange place I find my body in. Worked so hard it's painful to lift myself out of the bathtub, tailbone fixed at 90 degrees is a death sentence. But in spite of that, hormones in my veins have me begging for the experience of getting my plumbing fixed assertively under the duress of MDMA.
New flings and feelings come with an aftertaste, how long until the things that are right for me stop feeling like a fresh prescription of limerence?
Brushing off the egos if hot-blooded closet cases is starting to feel like an art form. Especially navigated in a haze of grief and testosterone.
Putting away a full 8 chapters of a reread I've been savoring all year. Last bite I took of that size was 3 hours passenger in a green Tacoma. A time I felt like the stars had brought me a sure thing... What's meant for us isn't always permanent.
Amid mirror shades and misery "I feel like I cheated God today..." It can't all go wrong. A rough year will have you celebrating near misses like they're the high points.