my body is a wreck
the pain hasn't stopped for a week
the tv is rotting my brain
while I descend into a swamp
swallowing motivations and aspirations
I thought a while ago
what I need is A someone
not so much anymore
which is funny
'cause I was told not so long ago
that to get A someone
you need to realize you don't need it
the desert is back in my head again
calling me to return alone forever
an ultimate expression of individuality
reacting to the whining individuality I see
every motherfucker wants their won piece
but happiness isn't a pie, it's a fucking Botticelli
A Titian altarpiece meant to be seen all at once by
everyone.