It’s me, I like pizza and a sense of dread that bores through every stability I’ve ever created, repeatedly crashing into the core of my person, leaving splintered hope and dreams in chunks, floating in a suspended fluid of regret and wistfulness, rotting into distorted daydreams before permanently losing any sense of color, and only the ennui, the despair, the crushing hopelessness and the dread remains.
It’s me, I like pizza and a sense of dread that bores through every stability I’ve ever created, repeatedly crashing into the core of my person, leaving splintered hope and dreams in chunks, floating in a suspended fluid of regret and wistfulness, rotting into distorted daydreams before permanently losing any sense of color, and only the ennui, the despair, the crushing hopelessness and the dread remains.
I mean, I’m doing alright, I guess.