Failure

here's to mistakes.

here's to imperfections.

here's not not caring what they think.

here's to passion,

sloppy, messy, undone, manic, unfinished passion.

here's to misspelled words.

to underachievement.

here's to untidy rooms.

to distraction

and a lack of time management

to missing the details

others seem to obsess upon.

here's to a disorganized mess,

you can still find something in.

here's to colouring outside the lines.

to running a muck,

talking too loud,

and getting excited.

here's to unwashed hair

and clothes in a pile,

on the floor.

here's to inspiration

when it finds you,

in the middle of something 'important'

so important,

you have run off to the toilet,

just to write it down

even though

you know

you'll never use it.

here's to never being happy.

sleeping past the alarm,

fishing for every extra second,

to being late

for everything.

here's to impatience.

getting what you want

without all the trivial steps.

here's to grammar and spelling

and making a big mockery of the whole thing.

because you just couldn't give a fuck

what people think,

when you're trying to describe

the very subtle sound

the fridge door makes

when it suctions itself together

and how all doors

could benefit

from such a sense of completeness.

so fuck them.

fuck it,

if you don't fit.

fuck what you don't understand about them

I can guarantee you've given it more thought,

then what they have

to what they don't understand

about you.

so here's to taking a piss

all over the word potential

not that you can spell it anyway

they can keep perfection

they can keep right

you'll always have the fridge,

and how it feels

to be

alive.

Mick, one of my lovely regulars and fellow philosopher.