Nothing’s fun about living in a home filled with empty white walls and cheap leather furniture. That’s because there are not any cheat codes involved in this expected childhood. You want to go beyond this concreteness, but the golf courses say otherwise. The only way you still know that you’re alive is that the dogs in your neighborhood bark at you when you cross the street. Sometimes you bite the coldness back but other times you are too hollow to do anything else. Here’s to those days when the empty feeling in your throat begins to grab hold of you.
Looking into a stranger’s eyes
Fishing for myself
Modern day witch
Possessed by technology
Boredom is crawling towards your cookie cutter reality