One moment, I'm overwhelmed by the art and beauty around me, and all I want is time to take it all in.
The next, I couldn't care less and don't remember there was ever anything meaningful to be seen.
One moment, I want to call up and catch up with every friend I ever neglected.
The next, I remember why I didn't bother in the first place.
One moment, I'm ecstatic to get 90 on a paper I thought would be my worst.
The next, I'm thinking of ways to kill myself right after graduation (how's that for ironic?)
One moment, I have high hopes and dreams to be realized, and I just know I'll make my momma proud!
The next, fuckitall. I'll soon be dead lolol
But this is a good moment, a good hour. There's something to hold on to.
And I won't think about the next until it comes. This moment is not yet over.
Listening to: Comes and Goes - Greg Laswell