I'm only happy when it rains.

Days without you feel like years I’ve learned the pain if missing you Nights without you leave me in tears

I wade through days full of phobias and fears Everything seems to be painted blue Days without you feel like years

My waking hours seem to smear Ive learned that’s what sleep deprivation can do Nights without you leave me in tears

I stare into the mirror Not at me but at my burning love for you Days without you feel like years

My body aches to feel you near I toss and turn the whole night through Nights without you leave me in tears

I scream so loud the world can hear Its not this distance i love, its you Days without you feel like years Nights without you leave me in tears

So I’m at this sandwitch chain with my best friend. Its a wednesday and I’m as hungry as a hippo. The smell of food isn’t helping at all but maybe if i breath real deep I’ll be full. Hahaha I know that’s extremely unlikely but it would be a nice turn of events. The air feels strange today and I’m contemplating an escape from reality, not influenced by drugs ofcourse. I wonder what life would feel like if LSD was in the water that flows from our sinks as i sip my free cup of tap water. Would bottled water sell? Would people be so depressed? After all LSD was once used to treat depressive disorders. It opens up every room of the mind and lights every hall. Then again some rooms shouldn’t be opened. Public safety would probably decline due to the flow of hallucinogens in the tap water. I wonder if it would cause birth diffects and complicate pregnancy. Would it affect hydration? Its such a silly train of thought, but I muse it for abit longer till my thought process evens its self out. Rational thought is so boring, I’d rather imagine possibilities and spin thoughts through the cotton candy machine in my brain. Hmmm like a canival of thoughts, each of my rants must be an individual carni..this one can be the bearded lady. I’m not sure why but it seems to fit, maybe I’ll spin her a beard of fluffy pink and blue cotton candy with my machine mind. She would be a simple austin hipster with a rasbutan beard of whispy sugar. This bearded madem would be courted by a man with a rusty hook hand and a metel smile even rustier than his metel appendage. Wow, my mind really does love to travel. As I watch buses rush by and people shuffle around, a sick thought creeps into my mind. I muse the thought of hopin a ride, on the front of a bus, tangled up in the metal bike rack. Ya know, I’m imagining jumping infront of a bus. Its not that I want to die, atleast not anymore. The thought will pass as fast as the busses that chug down Guadelupe. I’m much to content to die today.

Me, cockin a smile.

Me, cockin a smile.