Sometimes in life,
you meet certain people
who will fuck your shit up.
We don’t know why,
some kind of cosmic
joke? Who knows.
But it's terrifying
how little you will be able
to control yourself.
The bills will go unpaid.
Words will be thrown in faces.
And fists will splatter,
destroying your perfectly
imperfect homemade hell.
There will be flies in the kitchen,
and an empty plate of feelings
in the microwave waiting for you
when you walk in the door.
But there will always
be that smile flirting
with my lips...
Too much of anything
will grab you, break you
and swallow you whole.
Now may be a good time
to go on a long journey, love.
The stars think you need to clear your head. The stars think you need to run.
Run.
Run from your problems. Because we all know if you run from them, they always go away.
