Suddenly I don't give a fuck any longer. what paint to use what color how to arrange this fuckin room what to fucking add-- what bedsheets to choose...
it's fucked you raped it and it no longer belongs to me.
i wake up mostly at 5 in the morning to get to my 7 a.m class-- 13 hours of art school... i get home and i fight off sleep just to get my drawings done the following day...
i walk past these known and unknown faces--
those i smile at, and those i've unconsciously grown to ignore...
my life is somewhat a pattern like everyone else's--
...waiting for the right person to give me a reason to wake earlier--
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it's gonna be alright, baby. i'm here for you, you know that. catch you when you fall, in whatever way.
i love you. :)
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