day one hundred and forty nine.

they come and go,
but mostly i go.
sometimes they never come,
and sometimes they
never go.
those are the worst type;
when they're
not the
right type.
leave me be for now,
i'm not heartless,
i just haven't got
the heart
right now.

day one hundred and forty eight. (why not)

do you need to be innocent
or naive
or pretend to turn a
blind eye
or be overly
forgiving
to be nice?
every time i am,
i have to be conscious to try
one of the above
after the ribbon of
gratefulness and thanks
has been cut
and the only winner
crossing it is
the advantage
which has been taken
from me.

day one hundred and forty seven.

sleeping for wellness

to be awoken

for sickness;

a trip that

made you feel 

as if

you weren't in canada

anymore

day one hundred and forty six.

throw it out
or hide it
there's already
one
asian woman calling
at 7:00am in the
morning.

day one hundred and forty five.

bright colours to mesmerize
and looks to make
you realize
that
they both make you feel
the same way.

day one hundred and forty four.

shit.
i'm tired.

day one hundred and forty three.

cool relaxed bus
in the shade
music on
free seat
next to you
while staring out
the window
thinking of
drinking
a cold one
(one of anything cold
and alcoholic)
while you stare at the
balding moms
their newborn childrens'
pawns.