2007

Morning; waking up I wonder if I can still remember exactly what I need to do before school.
Night; why can’t I see? Would I be dead in another era? Was it from reading or just genetics? I wonder this in my bed, high, after jacking off. Monday.
Morning; my day is being lost, and it’s impossible for someone like me to find that again.
Night; my day has improved significantly since this morning. I’m lying here and I’ll be asleep in seconds. No weed for me. I’m out like a light. Tuesday.
Morning; opening the door to a woman in my life would be more right than white light.
Night; everything is passing so quickly. Is it already Wednesday? What do I have to say for myself? Guilty as a wren. Wednesday.
Morning; facing determined enemies scare me and my powers are weakened. Maybe.
Night; four days later and I’m sick of myself. A new period of depression has kicked in. This is my week at a glance. It is weekend now. Thursday.
Friday. We park out cars into the spots with our names on them. We leave school to get high. When we’re back we walk the halls like magistrates.
I am a master of worlds and the world.