Everything is plastic
everything here
was created for somebody else to love and consume
everything here
is just a metaphor for your feelings and aspirations

the time comes, sometimes
when you are pulled in two separate directions
the time comes, often
when you are never sure of the outcome
, but somehow
you make it through


we all breathe and scurry
and billow out smoke
all the while, thinking that we know everything
until you wake up with a hangover.....
and barely the will to live

coffee helps
and bacon.....