You’re Still Waiting Because No One Has Told You Not To
You are the bus. You are the street.
You are your own goddamn home.
You are the bus. You are the street.
You are your own goddamn home.
Remember, you don’t owe anyone anything. Your work doesn’t even begin to describe you, let alone measuring your worth
If he can, so can you.
there are 38 missed
calls. the window which looks out
into the street is closed, and for
no reason at all, you spend the
afternoon looking at the shadows
1. Ron, You know how there’s that one friend we know will sleep through a troll invasion? For us, that’d always…
and i’ll sleep on the couch tonight and give you the bed and you’ll do the same for me tomorrow and the space between both will be where our words lost their way