what im doing.
i smoke too much now.
every little breath i inhale is filled air from elsewhere,
but i smoke anyway.
i listen to songs that remind me of you.
everything reminds me of you.
i know its hard.
i wade in shallow pools of your scent.
its funny how after all this time, its the only thing that puts me to sleep.
everything is obsolete.
i have been with friends,
i have been alone.
i am taking life by the neck and living on my terms.
and no matter what comes my way,
everything is obsolete.
take my hand, i know its hard.
