A couple of petty feelings scraping at the pit of my stomache
waking up in the morning to inhale the smoke of another hot tired frizzled tight tight tightly wound
stiff sharp pain underneath shoulderblades
all consuming overwhelming, regret
can't control the traffic,
a phone call you could have made
I felt like it was important, felt like
but then selfishly took the pity of one who has went all day without food or water or consideration
what is it like to exist inside your sour stoned mind
Do you love me?
Yes I do.
I love you very much.
A spot in the sky is larger than the whole world, this city this galaxy this place.
It amazes me.
And what made you think of that?
It's just amazing.
Oh you are stoned so you forgot, I don't want to be irritated by this honey but I am
and I can't watch a movie with you tonight because we got home too late and I need a shower and what's your priority???
by the end of the day even if you don't hear what you want to hear it will be okay
very good and good and okay
I love you.