"this is how we learn. waking up in the bedrooms of strangers. in the arms of giants. in empty college dorms on the edge of the universe. my fatigue is ivy league. do you know what i’m saying? can’t remember much, but can’t say it was worth the wait. the things i’ve learned and the things i’ve said. every day of my life. i’m running around in the shapes of letters that spell infinity. i trip, and my shoes are never tied, and it feels a lot like the way that i drained every metaphorical pool in every city this side of the bruised and aging mountains. to the left of the world, where the dandelions grow old, bearded in the summer heat, and balding with the winter winds. waking up in the bathrooms of airplanes. in the hands of losers. in crowded hotel lobbies at the center of the city. my concerns, are lessons learned. every day of my life. spent choking on stars, and speeding cars. on the angelfucked rooftops of the cheapest bars. said the pain was all in vain. that there was nothing to gain. but i tilt my head to the summer rain. until the backyard stains, are washed away, for another day. i am young, but i’ve been burned. and i have yearned, and its my turn. this is how we learn."