just another messy day
the streams of tears gently touch my cheeks covered by acne scars and sneakily run to hug my neck. a crying session while laying in my bed. that's it. nothing more nothing less. it's when all the joy and all the contentment you've successfully accumulated throughout just another messy day is slowly creeping out of your soul out of your whole being through a change of aggregation state. they metarmophose into this salty liquid whose quantity and quality and frequency show just how emotional sensitive and messed up we can be. it's strange how these same tears that gently carress my face and somehow make their way down to my fucking collarbones- strange how they occur no matter the occasion or emotion. are you happy? here we are! are you sad? here we are? are you slowly losing your goddamn mind are the days slowly yet also rapidly passing by and you find yourself, yet again, at 7PM staring into nothingness after another dirty promise that this time...