hate

I'd like to claim
that I don't want to add any more pain
or anger or jealousy
or rage
to this place
but at the end of the day I'm still me
and sometimes I hate.

The American Dream

This is the real American dream that they don't tell you about, I think - walking home from the convenience store with a case of beer and a dumb shit microwave burrito half hating my life but half in love with the wonder of the green glowing streetlights and the cloudy night sky and my feet still stepping forwards though I sometimes don't know why and alone but not lonely with my cricket friends and the late night traffic flowing slowly by...