i find myself to be a spontaneous and fun loving person. i live a few towns from that place kurt vonnegut is from, and its a tourist trap. i find myself working between the mainland and the island and secretly hoping i discover an unexpected beauty to get lost in.

i take lewds and nudes in hopes of finding someone to share them with, only to realize most girls don’t like flaccid physique shots.

i have a single hotel room from my work this coming thursday and it feels like a lost opportunity. perhaps my head is too big and my drug problem too evident. perhaps we’re all hungry for a matchbook romance but accept most people don’t align so storybook in this world.

oh to be loved in a loveless state.