as easy as it gets.
me das el sí?
__sí o __no
________________
firma
why was shit easier when we were kids?
Orlando, FL.
I’m Puertorican enough to know that Orlando, FL is full of sketchy people, we all are sketchy.
666.
I’ll be in the corner waiting to hear from you.
Hell is inside me, I’ve never felt so comfortably alone.
Heaven is not my place, down here I’m a god,
Cut my wings and here let me rot.
Hell is inside me, I’ve never felt so comfortably alone.
My life is out of order,
My feelings grow worst by the second,
My intentions are good, they just might
not seem right.
My heart is burning, but I’m like the 13th floor,
Turn around, I better be alone.
Hell is inside me, I’ve never felt so comfortably alone.
2
Laying down on your bed, listening to your favorite Nick Drake album, not thinking about today nor tomorrow, no past, present or future. Your breath smelling like shit, the taste of beer from yesterday still washes your teeth with your saliva, your tongue whiter that the clouds on a nice day out, it’s nice outside, you wouldn’t know. No calls, no phone, no computer no internet, nothing to get you out of concentration, just you and your thoughts. An old acoustic bass that reminds you of the good times, when you were actually good at it, you try to play it, it seems like you haven’t lost it yet. Pencil in hand, notebook by your side, you try and try but can’t. Breaking up the sweet leaf, rolling it in that gummy French paper that you know it’ll burn nice and slow, you like it nice and slow..sometimes. Ideas start flowing, you can’t control it, you just do as it comes, you feel good about the outcome, I think it’s time to come out. No, it’s too bright, I can’t see much, my eyes are shutting off, You and I, but there’s no I in team, but there’s an I in loneliness. Where are we going? there’s a we? I’ll just go ahead and do that myself, nothing will ever make you smile, just those times, pencil in hand, sweet leaf and amazing thoughts it was keeps me going on.
