Always Makes Me Cry

Forgotten Wishes Granted

Like when you watch those unnecessary wings and that insignificant body flutter around the blue light from the night. You watch for longer than is emotionally cued and those damn moths just get to you sometimes. With curious kings.

Who can tell you if it will be dead tomorrow?

Like when you peel your eyes away to soak the worry you feel for that meaningless blip in time. A new day to rise and time rolls back on itself. You can’t numb that feeling fluttering from the pit. With meaningless blips.

Bug zappers just get to moths sometimes.

It’s a lot like that.

I Guess It's Okay On Chicken Fingers But Still

The truth is I'm a pretty boring person.

The truth is I pick my nose.

The truth is I loved the Hulk movie.

The truth is I practice predicted future conversations in the mirror.

The truth is I like watching The World's Most Shocking Videos because car chases are awesome.

The truth is I lie.

The truth is I fight with God about not believing.

The truth is I won't ever wear an outfit again if my dad tells me it looks bad on me.

The truth is I don't understand the appeal of honey mustard.

Greetings and Salutations,

I SHOULD GET INTO THE HABIT OF CLEANING MY EARS.

I HAVEN'T YET.



Damn it.