on a trolley today, i saw a girl on the side of the road, being prepped to go in an ambulance and bleeding out.
it was seeping into the asphalt, intensely red and probably warm.
what the hell kind of problems could anyone complain about after seeing that?
and i love the phrase 'bleeding out into the streets' because maybe it rhymes or something and it accurately describes my emotional bleeding out into the-- yeah ok, see, it doesn't at all. here's where i tell myself,
you sad sack of shit. you're gonna compare that to your stupid little first world problem where you're hungover for maybe the second time in your life, or where some immature kid you never really knew has a new girlfriend? are you kidding me?
god damn.
nobody say anything. nobody say a single fucking word.
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