being.

I was a teacher once. I wanted to be it once, and this was one of my very first wants. I don’t know if I am, still, underneath all my other beings. Then, I thought to be an artist, not…

no days like these.

No please, no more days like these. I wish for a lighter air to breath in, and out, in.

idiocy.

Things like these make me realize how an idiot I am. No matter how hard I try to cup my hands tightly, the water I receive always escapes in drips, drops, and even floods. Maybe I’m trying to do the…