Mismatched

I see the mismatched colours on the bed - blue, white, green - and wonder if that applies to our lives as well. That our thoughts are equally disjointed, reasons unknown, so unreal, just placements. Even the curtains don't match but that's okay, I like them like that. Nothing is perfect, and I find comfort in that. That we're all here to make mistakes. And I'm unanswerable to none of you; your opinions of me are void.

"The more you change, the less you feel."

music for the soul: galapagos - the smashing pumpkins]