I should be working, explaining things like industrialization and why I fall in love a lot. but I'm busy-
___thinking things
pictures not taken yet
hearts not broken yet
walks I haven't walked yet
songs not written yet
songs not started yet
songs I haven't played yet
languages I haven't learned, egos that I haven't shed.
I have a character sketch to write. of a sketchy character, I guess.
I want to be both pirate and ninja.
and save all my heartbeats for the summer.
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I'm always saying,
I should be working
but I'm really doing less important things
like fucking around on the internet
and hoping for a text message from god
or anyone else
and I don't like going to bed
without birds chirping to keep me awake for a while
and the enter key is bopping its head
nodding in sympathy
at the end of each disjointed thought
in this gigantic rant
so summer please come, or cum or arrive or
whatever
'cuz punk music keeps coming up on random
and I only listen to that shazz in summer
calluses
guitar fingers and beach feet
and summer heart.