ii

the taste of bile along the throat

stands among the uncomfortable sensations so far

so bad it woke me up at 3 in the morning, i woke up

because i could've done something else, right?

i traveled down the small fight of stairs

and walked to the bathroom, thinking of my phone

and who could've replied to my messages sent out pretty late

but i bet when i get it back from its resting place

i might have a reply from a friend and sister, yay or nay from the 'crush'

meanwhile, i listened to washed out, the 1975, porter robinson and madeon

i can tell you that 'years of war' is infectious, but not old robinson

old robinson was way more complex than his new set of worlds

new robinson, however, is nonconformity amongst the electronic music

i want to thank my 'other' for passing 'shelter' to me

it's just so damn beautiful, but it doesn't move me anymore

when i saw the music video i cried and cried before we had to go

for a family photo shoot in madera canyon, about a while ago

madeon brings on a different adventure from many,

powered by synths, creamy structure and his wonderful array of samples

i'm a goddamn teenager, powered by his angst,

insomniac conditions and sleep with two dogs

school stresses me out the most and i have time with my friends

but i fail to balance others upon others

and it's not worth breaking or twisting your mind

nowadays, the sensation is an old friend as well as loneliness and music

because sometimes those are the only ways of comfort from the world