(sol only)

My brain is a late dawn flickering much sooner than i ever would've expected on an otherwise so fucking simple day of days played out like any other. morning, little deaths and yawns (though, i suppose, if i were to be frank it was that middle road that made us stand apart from the rest met with their hands in line and their hearts in the wholly fucking wrong place because it's the business sometimes to live the lie like you would any other time and i am only ever offered the rare occasion to cheat and stumble in happy as a boy lost in his first newtonian discovery only this time everything is real if not laid out quite so dramatically).

And now...

The air is thick and warm despite the season. the radio is crackling a worn mix tape. and all life has to offer is another cigarette before my big break into another last chance to sleep it off.

Hardly worth the pace...