The universe is an egg
& we’re all just spilt milk
I can fill up my cereal bowl
without any help.
And the mornings, they come
when the night goes unnoticed
w/ the breakfast of champions
laid out before us.
The universe is an egg
& we’re all just spilt milk
I can fill up my cereal bowl
without any help.
And the mornings, they come
when the night goes unnoticed
w/ the breakfast of champions
laid out before us.
So many stresses.
My problems are multitude,
But they are not her.
i like your style….
XxX
RL
there’s something tragic about pretty girls with issues
and boys too scared of their dads,
there’s something wrong with the confidence I get
when thinking of girls I’ve once had.
So I just found a new white box. It is a little dingy, almost eggshell colored, and much smaller than any other white boxes I have encountered in the past.
This is my fourth white box in four years (since moving away from home). My white box sits next to other (larger) white boxes, and all are equally habitable. I don’t know my boxmates very well yet, but they all seem very nice.
Very different, but very nice.
Other than the size, I think this white box will work well for me in the next few months. Maybe then I can find a new, bigger white box.
Or who knows—maybe I’ll find one that isn’t white.