one of those random days that make you write...
A genuine piece of boredom I gift to you a yen for inspiration an elsewhere, a has-been moment of guiles and of potential lies scattered in droopy eyelids that nursed a dream just a few sleeps back a genuine piece of boredom I gift to you it catch you with a net, slowly enveloping your senses, marauding, it suffuses you with a pink light and sharp shooting caffeine hungover mornings are better dealt with a sip of nonchalance a grip loosing itself to reality a truth dawning on known unknown faces its an interesting moment to be in a bubble that should not crack until awakening returns you to the folds of this life-induced pill LA