I was going to be good today,
sit down and write a short story,
could make as much as 300 bucks off it.
still tryin’,
least at the back of the mind.
but it’s all too much of a swell,
toomuchswimminroundinsideallthis
bigemptyspaceIkeepcallinamind.
I wish
that a
storm
would
wash
all
this
away
,
cleanse me with its many waters
I wish
that some
god, some
one would
set all
those
things
right
.
that the only consequences were my own.
;I wish
