The snow came today. It wrapped my tiny world in an all-encompassing protective white blanket, or was it a straitjacket? Does it protect me, or does it protect from me? Does it mother, or does it smother? Is it clean and white or does it just lack all colour?
I think I'm a bit depressed. Nothing excites me and all my thoughts have holes in them.
I need a haircut and a reason to go on, I need a hot young thing to keep me warm at night, I need more money and more time, I need to be younger than I am, I need to grow up and accept that life stinks and then you die, I need to realise I'm never gonna be a rockstar and I never was.
Problem is I don't wanna.
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you'll ALWAYS be a rockstar... ALWAYS!
ReplyDeletego out and enjoy the snow, get into a snoball fight with strangers, build a snowman with M....