this morning #494.

this morning, before he opened up his heart to the world, he first had to clog up his heart with this plate full of bacon. before he could make peace with those who he loathed, he first had to make this piece of coffee cake his bitch. he wished he was cut out for compassion. he dreamt of being able to avoid always thinking in adversarial terms. when it came down to it though, it took a ton of effort for him to keep his cool with these fools. as he stabbed at his plate of pancakes, he tried to visualize forgiveness. with god as his witness, no visions came to mind. he’d soon come to find that no matter how hard he tried to be thoughtful & kind, that didn’t mean everyone else would.