MOON

I am in the mountains, lost amongst the trees and wet grass. There is garbage piled upon rocks, I am drawn toward the sound of water. It sounds like television fuzz. It smells like real air.

If it wants to be, it will be, right?

my room is dirty, I go days without tidying up but it doesn't bother me much. I just remember that I have drugs to take and classes to attend and food to eat...I smoke my cigarettes down to their filters and get my hands dirty. I can't stop all of this madness, it's inevitable, I think.

What you believe in expands.