despair is a valley
my head whips around, way too quickly, in a dayquil+nyquil whirl. pink dress and combat boots, that’ll get your attention and it does. i wish i had shoes like that or a smile like that, or even the ability to smile at all. if theres a bridge like that, in the world somewhere, then everything will be just fine. the rusty, metallic aura of existing here is just a crossroad over a stream or a deep valley. i’ll have to walk it, but i’ll arrive.