so

i left the house not to long ago to get a tea. i started driving and quickly forgot about the reason i left the house, and instead i just drove around. drove around looking at the all the cracks i left in this citys streets.

i noticed there are two sides of it. a beautiful side, and a side that brings out everything in you that you wish you could keep buried away, but won’t seem to stay down. now im stuck trying to figure out what side im living on, or at least trying to live on.

“Now each day I sink a bit faster into my father’s fate. Four packs a day. Four decades straight. Right to an unmarked grave.”