A MAJOR void.
I'm talkin' eternal abyss of NOTHINGNESS
everywhere.
Stuff happens, then it doesn't. I see, then I don't.
I am then I'm not.
But I guess everyone feels like a little soda bubble every once in a while.
Round and bursting with--- emptiness.
but enough of this!
For it is late and my eyes are tucked into my skull, and now is the time for the screwing of all homework that I was in the midst of completing (or beginning...) and to instead, write.
To write of my emptiness and my existence as a product of carbonation.
To write of my spine that feels like the tree branch from that one lullabye.
To write of my past and my vingetted memories coloured in muddy fingerprints and stuffed with innocence.
Or to write of my future as an anemic vegetarian left to rust in a leaky broom cupboard. But there's one problem. I won't rust!
Yes, today is of turning myself in front of the furnace to toast myself as evenly as possible, tomorrow will be of turning myself into something that actually works.
Today is forever and tomorrow is never.
Today it's ok
to write like this.
I love Dre!
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