Pistachios and Skyscrapers
I'm spending my vacation in my little room.
Didn't plan it that way.
My loves suddenly decided not to work with me.
Must be the Xmas blues.
I'm living off stocking stuffers, Designer coffee
Pistachios and a Jupiter-sized bag of m&ms.
This situation is necessary for now, but unsustainable.
I'm also binging on documentaries.
About self-absorbed souls trying to gain a foothold.
Find their nest in the muck and mayhem of living.
Catching curveballs with unmasked faces.
Stitching themselves up with the devil's thread.
Branding the world with their flavor of selfishness.
Climbing skyscrapers only to become one with sediment.
I'm not nearly as screwed in the head as them.
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