I don’t ever post what I write but fuck it I’m delirious and just wrote this in my notes laying on 1/2 a bed waiting for him to come back
4:12
Am
Bipolar mind
Wandering
Exploring
Hyped up trips to QT
Then I get mellow
Glimpse of the life I live U C
I love the way my sheets smell
Your laugh is so hilarious to me
Too hot, take off my socks
I love the way the Nike check crashes off table top
4:16
My mind feels lean
Stripped of caffeination
I did drink those cups hours ago
And there’s plenty to happen in those hours ago
Time passes, mood crashes, lucid dreams become reality
Is what I see really what I see?
Does the act of sight correspond to what will be? Or rather what one is, in the physical sense
But So much lies outside of the physical sense
I feel I’m making too much sense
But what you see may make no sense
Yet still that’s just plain sense
For what I see and what you see are 2 different things
And still we must find ways to coexist and match our perception in a way that promotes equal bliss
And prevents meaningless tiffs
Though a world without war could never exist
War is our folly,
among greed, lust, and sin
That’s just what’s within
The nature of our beast
And that is a truth that I clearly see
I could go on forever
but forever’s not something id like to conceive
So I’m ending this at 4:23
Goodnight.
Also I hate how much I rhymed
