the unfaithful sun

it was something about the cold air and the warmth of the unfaithful sun that got trapped into the pores of my skin, that let any smell smell as sweet and any touch feel its feelings. a simple plastic bag takes 1,000 years to disintegrate. and still i can feel safe living 1,000 years with a bag over my head, as long as that unfaithful sun always knows how to keep me trapped, breathing, smelling, touching. Once in my plastic bag i held a trip, and in this trip nothing is discovered except the disgusting red medicine that flowed into my body to feeling NOTHING; and that was the best part about it. You dont feel one pain, and you dont see anything true, you run around screaming word vomits while chain smoking cigarettes that feel like drinking pure fresh water. In life, there is no law. In life, there is no right or wrong. In life, everything is always changing. Life is Life, and dont you dare think anything else or more about it. Instead subside that freezing January air to stand or run to find that perfect spot where my life, the unfaithful sun, will never let you not feel, smell, breathe, or touch anything. Its about this moment and nothing more, just keeping going and nothing can ever stop you. because a plastic bag can be easily ripped, cut, burned. but each piece of that bag that are left on the ground, will always find a way to end up dancing upon the ground with the bare cold or hot wind... until that 1,000th year; always getting closer and knowing that unfaithful redyellow sun.