Waffle

what the title says. had a brain fart at 3 am and thought it would be nice to write it down.

Im on this trip, on a coach even. F**k knows where the driver went, so my monies well spent. I stare out of windows an watch leaves dance as I pass which seems odd as trees aren’t sentient. I tend to waffle but make crystal clear sense of it all. I’m chatting s**t basically but dog piss has meaning lyrically. I may not talk about daffodils or how I am successful but this s**t is real and am glad its insightful.  Spiteful it may be to put myself down maliciously but you learn from what you mistake as a blessing, a harsh an bitter wake up call that we keep ignoring. I don’t know exactly what im getting at here. This paragraph is a bit of s**t to be honest. But my feelings have worded its way on to this paper, and that’s about it. So sit down. Read this over again. because the more you begin to understand this, the more you’ll forget that I even wrote it.