dasher

as these seasons change and the flowers all curl up into themselves and die and the brisk wind comes in from the north and the people who forgot their jackets this morning curl up inside of themselves and want to die because they cant do anything right and the poor lost and lonely souls who are no better off today than when the summer began and they were sure that they would be the ones who got it right. shitty. stuck here in this God forsaken mess of fucked up fuck ups. here we go, going through the same damn thing. fuck it all blast it all into the stratosphere for all i care for i have been being and been aware and no matter how hard we try we are always the same the cycle is stuck on repeat and i am growing nowhere