John, 18.
I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.
To drop the last 10 pounds I need, and then start getting the athletic build I want.
Can’t wait!
She is a wolf of the city
Howling past the sunset
And into the night
With no help from
The stars
She guides herself
From Manhattan
To the Bronx
Then back again
Little time for maintenance
Not even through the delays
Her engine continues running
As it probably will
For days.
Our ship is slowly sinking
Tumbling over
Asteroids
Near the moon
It’s do or die
From here on out
But I promise
We’ll be home soon.
Fruit flies take another hit of
Electricity
As the billiards below them
Scamper across rum riddled
Barley green
Felt.
I really try to, but I just can’t. It’s not even a writers block, I just haven’t had the urge to write in months. It stinks
And that makes me want to go

(Source: Flickr / lesbianburrito, via black-and-white)