i discover myselfother every day. “you” are the whole kit&caboodle. your body is everybodysurroundings.
Clouds are just mountainsmoving fasterI cannot climb the crags of mysoul So
until someone drags me alongI’ll post up at the foothills
You could have driven past,why didn’t you?
Nothing goes your wayDidn’t you say, Life Isn’t Fair?
I make you?More like you expect me to
Tie aknot + hangonI’m atthe endof myropeLookgreatin acoffinWouldrather hangmyself Nakedin themirrorWishingmy lifelookedthis good.
Prisons: Letters to my Parents AKA Stream of Consciousness To Buying a Binder