You know

I'm beginning to think that I'm better at floating than decision making.
Obligation you slay me to the core.
You rip out my essence and call it a whore.
Everything that rhymes
must have reason.
Whether it's the colors
or the changing of the seasons.
RHYME RHYME RHYME
my feets is cold and wets.
I'm going to draw today
and i'm going to print experiment.
And read.
and sleep.
mmmmm.
sounds good.