Feeling as though I can do you.
Not in the sexual way.
In the normal way.
Should I feel like I need to compare.
Something I mentioned earlier.
It has been a while since I posted on my tumblr.
Look at the next Indian guy &think he is the next Ghandi.
They aren’t rosecoloured.
It’s only a filter.
Turn it upside down.
But you can’t.
Because you’ve done a half-empty piss in your cup.
Setting up a stream.
Fuck the haters.
But. Where would you seem?
Some guy once said “Hang the DJ”
But. What would he know?
You are 18.
Stop acting like you are 35.
I can’t eat the bribes my parents cook me for dinner.
Stare at yourself long enough &you’ll disappear.
Disappear into your dreams.
It comes around only half the time.
I’m sick of it.
Break out &I’ll film it.
Then tell myself “I can do that”
&end up worrying about what everyone else thinks.
Almost setting my house on fire because I attempted to make a fort out of couch pillows around a gas heater.
I am too convential &hide.
You are too inside &open.
Live on other sides of the World.
I will construct a window.
A window facing a brick wall.
&everyday I will see your face.
Write this down.
I don’t love you.
I just love myself.
I thought about writing something.
Had all the words down.
In my head.
All together it sounded perfect.
The most beautiful collection of phrases.
But then I got over it.