i feel very alive in the cold grips of winters death
i can see all the past lessons in my exhaled breath
i run numb fingers along the boarders of oblivion
and words are hard to find when there’s headphones on your head
so keep riding the subway in cool, lonely anonimity.
just hope you dont get kicked in the head by a youth that shines brighter than you ever did. its not like you’d care anyway, you have nothing to fight for. you could stop to defend your useless cause, but you dont have to because the machine will keep moving with or without you.
thats the reality of the city.
the trees are our puppets in the city.
they grow on earth that we placed upon tombs that we buried our psychotic attempts at controlling the rock we live on. on the blue gem that allows us all to be alive and to think and feel.
too bad we ruined it.
too bad its dying
too bad for us
the universe doesnt care
the universe cares about us about as much we care about picking up a cigarette butt off the ground.
too bad i learned a lesson from don draper
too bad the evil ones can walk among us and eachother unnoticed and outside of natural laws. Theres a few million demons wreaking havoc in this city. laying waste to everything that you all think is worth taking a picture of.
and all i can do is write about it on my goddamn blog.