They said 60,000 thoughts a day, but I’m running closer to 6k.
Then my dreams come in after midnight and make up the difference.
Sometimes when it’s too late I realize I left my phone alone and I decide I’m not going back for it.
Sometimes when the battery dies I look at the spaces, the quietness, the gaps where the wanting used to live.
Sometimes I think I might be late, sometimes I think I might be early.
I’m just trying to hold my head healthy habit before the noise gets near me.
Sometimes I get guilty for feeling like everything is beautiful today, like beauty is a thing I should apologize for when someone else is not okay.
I’m trying not to take things personally, but I’m at war with myself, trying not to hand the wheel to every little version screaming at me from the shelf.
Next time you’re being a dick, remember that someone else might be in the middle of a private little heart attack.
Next time you’re being a dick, remember this, I know you’re at war with yourself as well.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I know it’s gonna be okay, sometimes I hear what everyone is saying, sometimes I want the money to go away, sometimes I wish we all could just be playing.
They said 60,000 thoughts a day, but I’m running closer to six, and my dreams come in after midnight and make up the difference.
Sometimes it only happens sometimes, sometimes that’s enough, sometimes the whole world softens when you stop trying to look so tough.
Next time someone’s being a dick, remember that they might be fighting with the mirror, with the memory, with the map.
Next time someone’s being a dick, remember this, you don’t have to swallow it, you don’t have to become it, you can see the war in them, you’re not joining it.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I know it’s gonna be okay, sometimes.
