you know glass cant exist without sand, but your focus can't be torn, cause I wanted to like you for the people in who chased away that common place.

slide away and cotton sheets and rooms with no lights on at 630. morning evening midday nap time. up down up down up down up down. being busy and staying up all night alone. second guessing every god damn thing that you think of. because i say maybe baby. take a hint. pick up. it's raining every 20 minutes here and it doesn't bother me, outside sounds and feels like some sort of midwest rainforest. i wanna walk down 5th ave and buy a pretzel then lay in the grass of the park. i shouldn't let everything get to me, and i shouldn't think this much, about absolutely everything, and sometimes i just wish i was one of those people who just saw things the way they are and just... that's it. no real thought or analyzation beyond that. simple, this is the way it is, accept it. don't drive yourself fucking crazy over nothing. the rainforest weather just turned into a hail storm to the point of which i needed to get up and close the window because rain was going through the screen and raining inside. today i can't shut it off, today i can't shut it offfffff...

does
this
city
have
any
limits