roll up your rim

I’ve lost my train of thought, I can tell you that. I ask, what is today’s modern woman? Romantic, spontaneous, and independent? Deaf to hearts breaking across a whirlwind ocean? As certifiable as a Tim Horton's coffee nut? Always looking forward to the chance to spend even more of that hard earned money on stuff to win precisely nothing? Sometimes, as you may surely wait for it, if you squint your eyes you can see constellations made out of the salt on the deck. I think to myself, we’ll eventually all end up exactly where we came from. Beneath the salt. In the universe that just might be round. And every little thing made up under the night sky of mine will be time that’ll make you so sweet and beautiful but dumb. Rotating in a orbit around and around. Your biggest haul a muffin, a donut or three. Sadly though, we almost never give the free food away, because try as we might, it’s best to gain whatever the amount of bitter-sweets you can in this life. Admit it. You can't help yourself to that coffee oh so bad. But you’ll still buy a tonne, being excited as you roll up the rim, and then...

"Pay..."

"...Play Again".

It's a disease.

Try to make sense of every little thing at 2 AM.