You could be happy

And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops ’till it’s madness in my head

going home. its been a long december. words don’t form as well as they used to. [perhaps i only imagined they did?] i’m really bad at endings but this isn’t one; i don’t think. the sunlight and the snow and the endless single conversation in my head. and lots of questions. questions.

When the future’s architectured by a carnival of idiots on show, you better lie low.

there is no new year. there is only the same conversation in my head. and movement .movement.move.m.


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