Johnny Cash just gets me.

Today is a hard day.
I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept

I fell back into a fitful sleep on the couch.

I ate breakfast with the taste of cardboard underwhelming me.

I know that every day is different

And some of them are just going to be better spent laying in bed listening to Johnny Cash 

I feel like my breakfast and all my words are just waiting to be regurgitated

So spiteful

Like maybe I shouldn’t have written so much about it

Talked about it so hopefully

Like I jinxed it

But I know

That’s just the darkness talking.

It’s just 

so fucking