Lately when I’m trying to fall asleep I see people. People I don’t know or barely know. It isn’t scary, just a nuisance really. So this is what it feels like to live in a city. To feel apart of the street. To be just another pair of legs. Swimming through sirens. Joking and choking on the run. You gotta get paid, get laid, and get some perspective love. At the very least thats what you think you need to get through this so I think you need this too.
I’m not putting anything on the line, just being honest. Sometimes it’s more difficult admitting it to myself then anyone else. Really that just sounds silly. But most things can’t be helped, at least these days I’m just going with the natural flow of things. Just trying to be safe really. Maybe you aren’t seeing straight but my eyes never fail. Jesus is in the building and we’re both sexually attracted to him. Nothing wrong with things you can’t help, or maybe that’s just an excuse for people making excuses. I’ll stop making them now.
