sometimes, we can't find the words

and so we take drags

sometimes, there are no words

and so we take sips

sometimes there are words

but they come out wrong

and so we need to touch

sometimes we sleep on dirty floors

sometimes we are beautiful

and sometimes we are not

we are disgusting, and dirty

we are our hands and our thumbs

and sometimes we can't look

except through the corners

or with eyes shut

sometimes we have to tear pages and pages and pages

and we whisper to each other: 'why not?'

and carry shit on out shoulders

but bear the weight of the world

sometimes we sleep for days

and sometimes, just sometimes

we wake.