Monday, 15 December 2014

secret: today's prayer

when the actual best part of your shitty fucking inane bore of a day (with a side note of what the fuck hope is there for humanity anyways) is hanging your washing out in a wash of streetlight, amongst the stars:

just be greatful that you have the quiet street.
just be thankful that you have that piece of peace.
just be happy you're allowed
to count the fucking stars.