Windflowers and wild horses...

Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Remined me of how I only have myself to go on. And for me, that has always been enough. 

I think my entire life I have been drawn to all the wrong things: I like to drink, I'm kind of lazy, like playing video games, and enjoy being settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being. My own little world, with set rules that only I can influence. All of this doesn't make for an interesting person, I know. But I don't necessarily want to be interesting. It just seems way too big of a hassle. So many things to think or and take into consideration. What I really want is only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. 

My dreams make a mess of me...

Who wants to live forever...

Don't you just want to wake up, dark as a lake?

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

If you're drunk on life, I think it's great,

but while in this world,

I think I'll take my whiskey neat.