Sliver out of the river,cold stones In hand.
Post up in a tent made of deer hide,breathe in the inhalant..
If everything was erased,if everything was removed ,
I’d shed this skin and begin again.
I watched people break.
I watched them grip onto the ground in terror.
I watch them talk down to others…
You secretly wish for it to blow up in their faces ..
My chess nemesis Calvin,he works on garage doors, as in, he goes to people’s houses and fixes their garage door openers..
Vastly smarter than I am.
Take all the books I’ve ever read and multiply them by 9…
He’s happier than I.
He’s an alcoholic.
He’s got an alcoholic girlfriend.
He’s happier than I…
You know it when you see it . There’s no hiding..
He doesn’t exist with the stress..
And I don’t know how..the fuck ..he does it.. Wish I could be more like that..
