fools

running to the mountains, running to the sea,
we're never quite content
we're never quite content to be living in the moment 
or quite within our means; 
we're never quite content- never quite content to be.










"i'm so afraid of losing something i love
that i refuse to love anything."
-jonathan safran












when someone is crying, of course
the noble thing to do is comfort them.
but if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not
notice them
- lemony srucket


below the cloudy moon lit sky
here i am,
ready to die.



      

if you don't become lost, you won't find anything
 



 you're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black. you just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back. 
well, it takes one to know one, kid. i think you've got it bad, but what's so easy in the evening, by the morning's such a drag.

i've got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it
on the train. if you promise to remain conscious
i will try to do the same. we might die from medication, but we sure killed the pain but what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.


Why can't we see our fortunancy






Living as legends have lived
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die

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