Acorn

Disclaimer: Virtually everything that is slightly poetic or abstract was written while incredibly intoxicated to the point where i find these text files on my desktop with little to no memory of having written them the morning after heavy drinking.


i spend every second of today thinking about this girl

i focus like its some strange circle
something thats ment to be
like a squirrel
who is supposed to
burry that acorn.

no its not that
the acorn is more like the shape its supposed to be

i think about that
its impoartant


than i look in the mirrior
and i see
me
sawdust
i am saw dust
dust