may 5

In the deepest daze this is when I should be sleeping. I could be meeting the working days with vigor and triumphant nonchalance. I met some with intent at foreshadowing golden moments. There were drug addled disparities to this mess and the general vibe became slow and sloppy. Quiet and sentimental in the eve of day after wilderness decay. We find comfort and solace in shitty beers and nothing purchased in the evening as if it mattered a damn in the scheme of things. One day ow it to him though the compounded guilt of one thousand missed opportunities fled with the onset of a trumpet section. They announce exits here  more frequently than entrances. The social runoff from massive pop cultural drains and the pace is different. Interrupting sentences and fighting with passive aggressive tones about album art and swollen hearts.