spending my night on paris review dot org. belly full of food. lungs sick of smoke. worth it
great authors are never boring but my world sometimes is. my nights. my street. my people. this is just not my league
no turning back for this way of leaving. things always happen as they should. we are ants in god’s hand. we can’t escape from our cell.
so just live the way you fell with no regrets.
as the big bear of the blue mountains be proud to retire yourself young
before the winter
before the hunters
soon the weather will sing his spring song
so sleep like you’re in heaven like if you were cuddling your mum
don’t hesitate to starve to death
cuz during summer
honey always return