You’re like glue marks on wallpaper walls. The flies in my eyes a windy bike ride. We’re like rocks and pillows, stuffed animals and stingers. But still. There’s something. You’re not in pictures covering my walls. Nowhere to be found on the screen of my phone. You’re nowhere. But still, I guess, somewhere. You”re persona is like climbing a 30-story building. Like running from Bangladesh to Sri lanka. Exhausting and impossible. I get pissed off. Real mad. “Stupid people hitting innocent animals”-mad. You create that. But still. Fuck it. Let’s hang out.
People can be the shadiest, when they feel like it, and then the next day, the loveliest. I seriously hate that. Especially when the shadiness is born in what seems like competition or jealousy. Be happy for the people around you and fight through life next to them instead of against them. Seriously though, why make humanity shittier than it already is?