Yesterday's coffee and artificial tears.
It's not a good day for sunshine.
Exhaustion causes inflammation
results in heightened sensitivity to sunlight.
As if this body hasn't suffered enough heights.
Assaults. Without strength or desire to defend,
Defeated.
Or maybe just resigned.
Maybe just too fucking dramatic
maybe you're laughing
and rolling your eyes
and maybe this airbrushed life is good enough for you
so sensitive to human frailty which you might call ugliness
not fit for magazine covers
unless washed clean by photoshopped wishes.
well excuse us. we're sorry for ruining the aesthetic.
but this sunshine
is
fucking
bullshit.
