Happiness makes us lazy
Blind to beautiful sorrow and hurt.
Why is it that I only see myself when I’m in pain?
Why is the air suddenly more crisp when seen through lonely eyes?
Today, I’m sad.
Sitting at Starbucks, thinking how could this happen?
I feel broken
Have to readjust, superglue my broken self
How? - I want a cigarette
THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A RUSTIC CABIN IN THE WOODS AWAY FROM ALL SOCIETY
THEN THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A MODERN ASS HOUSE
THEN I’M LIKE I’LL ACCEPT NOTHING MORE THAN A VICTORIAN MANOR
THEN I WANT A PENTHOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NEW YORK
THEN I WANT ONE OF THOSE HOUSE MADE OUT SHIPPING CONTAINERS
THEN I WANT A FRENCH CHATEAU
BUT I ALSO WANT A TREE HOUSE
AND A LITTLE COTTAGE ON THE OCEAN
HOUSES ARE SO COOL