i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
owning a 12 year old car is great sometimes it'll make an awful noise and I pat it on the dashboard to calm it down like an aging horse "wooooah easy betsy, eeeeasy there girl" and she kinda nudges her head into my hand knowingly . gods perfect creatures







