Monday, October 15, 2012
Tonight I met a girl
who loved the way I spoke and wrote.
She told me not to be so serious
and write about something happy
like glitter and unicorns, shit like that.
I told her those things are irrelevant
and perhaps if my world contained those
then I'd write a fucking rainbow on her ass.
But as it is my reality is an Alaskan winter.
Cold seventy five percent of the time,
dark as hell and I'm an alien.