Not been sleeping again and’ve been hitting gym. Tend to look my best when I feel my worst. 16 tabs of ibuprofen and a protein shake for lunch can’t possibly be good.
Don’t it sometimes feel like you’re sleepwalking through life? The rain’s the only thing that reminds me I’m awake.
Went to see my dad tonight for father’s day and got into a terrible argument.
We actually get along better than most fathers and sons, but still, there’s a reason why children move away.
Dunno what you think of me; I’m probably shorter, geekier, and clumsier than you think I am. Or not, dunno.
Do have my moments of eloquence – just not with my father. Something about fathers turn logical, dispassionate men into yell-ey, argumentative sons.
But, if I had the composure to think of it – and the vocabulary in Chinese to say it – woulda told him this poem by Kahil Gibran:
What I actually said was more like, Lemme live my life, ok?
Do have my moments of eloquence. But only with strangers reading me on digital ink.
Just not with my father, whom I love more than most anything – even the rum – but don’t wanna be.
Location: 21:00, yest, eating poorly in Queens
Music: they crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin