new couch bed

oscars=boredom

i know this is a couple of days past the point but….. 

if this past sunday taught us anything at all, it has to be that the oscars are almost the worst awards ceremony of all time (close second to the god awful billboard awards which are basically just rappers shouting out indecipherable mumble jumble while trying to figure out how a mic works).

people acting fake.  people faking acting. 

i guess the qualifications to win an oscar this year were that you either had to be really old or in a movie that a) is shot in mexico, b) made by a mexican, or c) had mexican food in it.

that was, without a doubt, the last academy awards presentation that i ever watch again.

ever.

early to rise

it’s dark when i wake up but i lay beside you in bed and wait, and it get’s lighter.

i lay beside you and i stare at the ceiling and i wonder what comes next, and it get’s lighter.

i watch your chest rise and fall with every breath, and it gets lighter.

without you, i resist the morning.

with you there, it get’s lighter.

drugs to solution

i take these pills to kill problems inside of me.

problems that came from mistakes that happened to a different person in a different life.

problems that have led me along this broken path to you.

i take these pills to kill problems inside of me.

problems that affect the small universe that inhabits the people around me.

problems that ebb and flow with the countdown of every ticking minute.

i take these pills to kill problems inside of me.

problems that can be so small at night but seem so gargantuan in the light of day.

problems that always bring us down again, when we are finally allowed to get up.

i take these pills to kill the problems around me.