Good morning, Hell-A.

In the land of the lotus-eaters,
time plays tricks on you.

One day you’re dreaming.

The next, your dream
has become your reality.

It was the best of times.

If only someone had told me.

Mistakes were made, hearts
were broken,
harsh lessons learned.

My family goes on without me,

while I drown
in a sea of pointless pussy.

I don’t know how I got here.

But here I am, rotting away
in the warm California sun.

There are things I need to figure out,
for her sake, at least.

The clock is ticking.
The gap is widening.

She won’t always love me
“no matter what.”

~Picture taken from here~