a new sickness or a new gratitude and it goes back and forth each second and I wonder if I need a different, stronger chemical to calibrate my brain

there is a man who calls me his girl now and he is right

trying to get better for oneself vs trying to get better for someone else

sinking when I contemplate all the intelligence of the earth and I am a little grey stone

all the things I want to do but I’m tired and I think so hard to myself about it and I reach the conclusion that I must be here for a reason, maybe