Is there such a thing as growing up or are we just getting old? I don't want the answers anymore.

January 28, 2013


Mind amalgamation.

I get angry sometimes and

then I think it's such a nice

difference from being so

fucking jaded all the time.


I get so common some days

and have to ask myself where

all their bullshit started to seep in.

Have I become something else?

Am I so clear, so lucid now?

They must have ironed me out and

sliced off all the wrinkles they didn't like

and I must have let them.

Things are sometimes uglier

seen through clean eyes.

And sometimes they're better

when your pupils are smudged with

dirt and sand

and the grit

gets in your brain.