I wish I had a dream job. Of course I do dream, I just can’t bring myself to dream about jobs..maybe I should though. I’m tired of you backdooring me but I can’t do anything back because thats not who I am. Karma will come and bite your ass twice, not just once, twice. It seems like whenever I have my heart set on something and don’t get it or aren’t able to do it I end up doing something just as good anyways. Maybe if I never worried about things or got my heart set on things good things wouldn’t happen. Don’t feel sick or sorry, please, do it for me. You told me “The Good and Bad is always relative. Goodluck” and then I asked if I could smell your rose and you thrust it into my nose, so I pretended to smell when really all I could do was congest the snot. This is what I am in this stupid arm wrested chair, with nature a knocking, happy. Its creepy how some people can ask a couple questions and yet pin down your personality and what you are like. I believe I am an INFP somedays and a PFNI other days, thankyou very much. Am I missing out on life’s noises by listening to music? What have I missed out on, and what will I miss out on?

This is where I lie. This is where I tell you my body is perfect, my hair never looks combed but looks neat, my clothes match but doesn’t look like I put too much time in them, my breath smells sweet but not tangy, I smell like old spice but not like axe. But when you get to know me you’ll know I lied and when I get to know you I’ll know that you lied the first time we met too. Its okay, because when we lie we feel like we’re doing what we’re supposed to be doing, its what society does so why can’t we do it? But now I don’t have to lie anymore because we both know we would be able to see through it. That kind of scares me but I can practice later in the mirror, when you’re not looking. I know what your muse is, does that scare you at all?

He’s got a carrot in there and he needs a toothpick.  And I like the way you pop up everywhere, I don’t know how to respond sometimes, maybe if my ears worked properly I could respond. It looks messy but it sounds like funk and thats what matters right now. And we need more bridges, many many more because I want to see you, and touch you. Dreams can do that I suppose.