Broken lines running parallel to mine. It’s tradition for them to hassle me. I guess it’s been this way forever. Was I not meant to be who I want to be? Experiencing the best dreams and smiling wide. If the rest of the world felt this sensation simultaneously, we’d be enjoying golden years.
I’d like to lay in the dark with you and just enjoy our thoughts. Quacking goose, Ashtray, Newly weds and this relentless fly… Making clay models and filming the future. I’m almost past the point of looking back. A spectator to my present. I think what I feel. Is this where all men go?