I want to start a business called ‘lawyers are cunts’ whether it be an ice cream shop or an electrician business.
Everyone’s most likely sleeping or in bed thinking about the next colour they are going to dye their hair.. But I’m laying here with a doubled heart race because I just remembered the inevitable fact that this will end one day.. That the young love, dreams, careers, adventures, children you have, books you read, houses you move, gigs you play…will all end up just a figment in your mind.. Poof, time.
I feel like I’m already there..
Because every day becomes yesterday as Deceivingly quick as a brown fox after hen.
Its not depressing, its astonishing.. And I’m stumped at the fact that it is, and has always been…. incomprehensible.