The an to the tho of my NyNy

It might have been last night, if you just pretend that it is. He’s just somebody so insignificant, that it’s massive to think how he’s filling up the entire universe this second. No one said anything lasted for eternity, but if it did for a few minutes that night, then it might have been significant.

I hate you

You’re an artist And thus, I automatically hate you We repel each other I hate your standard of beauty I hate mine We created this falsehood And we can never escape it You’re fake, feeble, vacant, mediocre, arrogant, callous, pathetic and vile I love you

Love from the streets

–Unknown street artist, New Orleans 02/27/2017