I Know Its Over And It Never Really Began But In My Heart It Was So Real

i know it’s over and it never really began but in my heart it was so real

ever since I was a young lad I knew I wanted to be a middle-aged man with an undone tie around his neck who’s having a crisis so he goes to the bathroom to splash water on his face only to look up at himself in the mirror and wonder at the stranger looking back

Grushenka as Gustav Klimt's Adele Bloch-Bauer I

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.

More and more niche every day

the victorian poster: every butcher’s shop is called gremble and sons every music hall is called middlesex emporium theatre every newspaper is called the wensleydale telegraph every temperance group is called the order for the promotion of orderly behaviour every member of parliament is either called sir percival hilary st. john dyke-moore 6th viscount of cuntington or george brown every household management book is called mrs frumper’s complete encyclopedia of practical homemaking etiquette technique etc for the home every poetry book is called the selected poetical works of william f. boner volume one. and we experience all these things and more by god’s grace