it's a strange thing

seeing someone run for the bus and miss it. to see them continue running after it's too late. faces so sad and legs that take too long to halt.

I had a great release last night. I've been a fucking weirdo lately. needing a change. taking it out on people. and always myself.

I think about what to paint and don't paint it.

I sometimes think about writing and don't write.

I always think about want.

some how appreciate the fall.

Last night I came home and wrote a post drunk. and then deleted it in the morning because of all the curse words. I might re-release an edited version.