and

and the weather looks good for the rest of the week, except thursday

thursday thunderstorms, thursday gutters & smokeshacks, thursday the inside of my stomach

and i still have 5,868 emails to read

none of which i will

all the ads tiny screamers for attention,

i am no different

and i’ve already liked every post on instagram

and i was already fake in my bereal

and checked if i had tomatoes in my teeth,

sealed tongue

lost sentences tearing the muscles of my gums

and it’s currently 9:12 p.m. in budapest

and my friend hasn’t texted me back yet

the last time we sat in the grass was the last time i felt real

and my notes app is open on the darkest setting

and in it

i pretend