surreality

i've found comfort in watching the seams rip and the fabric fray

only a day after i made my last post my life was flipped on it's head

talking about losing soulmates and the universe pulling at threads just to tease us

and a new knot was tied within twenty four hours

it's something entirely else to meet someone who stares right into your soul and you can peer right into theirs

now we spend hours talking till the sunrise and i'm blowing smoke rings around the moon again

every commitment i'd built up over the years has slipped out from under me and i'm starting fresh

with cider from the supermarket [vodka proved too expensive] and hair dye of our own concoction, pot plants we refuse to pay for and pot that makes me ill

dream blunt rotation: me, my guardian angel, and a puddle of puke

i'm getting nowhere chipping away at the callouses around their heart [they only had to take one look at mine]

but has that ever stopped me from trying?

has getting nothing back ever strained my efforts?

hopeless romantic back from the dead

autumns sweet and i'm thawing out

xoxo 4real

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