i let the time pass me by

disposable.

expendable.

caught up in past encounters

letting time pass me by

the recolection of faces leaves a sour taste
Engorged. Filthy. Animal.
Fuck my instinct. Fuck eternal love.

Got no trophy. No pursuit.
...... ..... ..... ..... .... ..... (Shit!)
Was it an adventure?
Time passes me by carving judgement upon the memories
the memories of summer and hollidays past
of a sweet november.
The lack of events post a certain action
a certain drive. a certain lust.

The cowardy promise of a forgotten friendship leaves me wondering:

Was it an adventure?

The only things that remain 

are the objects that were at sight

a black canvas hat, a black t-shirt layered over a yellow long sleeve, the dirt in his hand, a broken tight, returned belt, kitchen table filled with smushed brownie left overs and gifts of weed, a lonely bed in which i was left waiting, a book by J.D Salinger, watercolors, joint, take out chinesse food with extra hot sauce, glove compartment, grey billabong thermal top...(List goes on)
Objects given to good will or maybe
to some other girl that casually passed by. (Yeah, that silly girl got my hat. )

So what are we running away from?
Why must we press upon adventure?

You got to live a little, seek a little,
and let your poor heart out to dry.
That's the story of, that's the glory of NOW.
until time rolls by a little

and all that is left is your corpse buried

to feed some littles

that's the story of, that's the glory of NONE.

Forget your awarness of a pathetic being breathing inside of you
Forget the knowledge that everybody around you is crap
and Fuck this desire to let time pass you by.

I Find MySelf

  ...................................in the image of a body 

laying naked in ignorance with crossed arms and closed eyes.

I used to run away ...

and I thought I was gonna run away with You

I'd run away with you

By My Side

But Im just like you: Disposable, exchangeable.

A fool rushed in who desires to feel
but ends up number
day by day.

.... she's just a stupid bitch.

(Yes. I am referring to self)