ive been out drinking all night. running through processes and thoughts and ideas and everything that once made sense. i have an obsession with snails. i miss them. and i think i'll visit them. the okay needs to be given... i walked home after work and came across so many snails. and everything began to pour together. i drank till i smiled. still am. ive had a pain in my sternum that i cant shake. i dont want to be here i want to be by the beach and where the snails roam free. i think im a bastard. which makes a lot of sense. i hate a lot of these ideas and things ive come to call my life or a part of.
things are slowly coming together. i want this fog to lift. i want to be happy and curled up in warmth and sleep. and kisses. hugs. black hair. soft kisses. fuck.
things are slowly coming together. i want this fog to lift. i want to be happy and curled up in warmth and sleep. and kisses. hugs. black hair. soft kisses. fuck.