Bcavewd

Sometimes I wish life was like this. I'm slowly putting each headphone into my ear, closely checking which says L and which says R. Wouldn't it be easier if certain things never happened? I'm waiting at my doorstep for Sam to get here. Wouldn't it be nice to not have such a spotted, striped, fucked up past? My watch, the clock, the universal clock in and of itself, is ticking. Wouldn't YOU be happier too? I'm starting to pace. Not just me, YOU too. The sun is setting. Where would that leave us? Should I dare pick up my phone? That would leave me sitting at my doorstep waiting for an imaginary person as the clock ticks, pacing back and forth.