Don't worry or sweat it for real and absolutely. Nothing is changing. And all of this you are currently feeling, oh come on it isn't real. Emotions? Who needs them because I certainly do not. Oh but I love you. We can spend some time together and compleetely keep to ourselves. Pay no mind however because everything matters. And don't be so selfish help me carry these things for myself. And here you again, ugh. You need to talk? I can't be your therapist. First start by paying me, driving me around, and dealing with my bullshit everyday......Then we'll talk.
The sultry Summer humidity cut my sobriety and life with a knife as the evening hours preceded into oblivion. And all the little things, the pink ribbons and library cards,.WELL THROW THEM ONTO THE FIRE. These pleasant minute things have resigned their existence to the demons that supposively presented themselves that night. Oh but what to make of the mentally ill? Perhaps it must hit close to home before empathy can be practiced. But have I forgotten? There is that one who has all power (may I find him now). I've only been soul searching my whole life, I haven't just rested (bottle in hand) upon my laurels. Only to be seldomly reminded by holy glimpses placed upon my sub-conscious in the normalcy of my self- created desperation. One more thing before you leave, how 'bout a kiss I appreciate one while I' not getting Fucked.
With every year that crept through the dim narrow eye of my empty existence, the less relief I have to work with. Here I am at year 31, and I've never felt more alone. How I long for the freedom felt in the careless days of my youth. I believe in love. What scares me is that presently I need people more then ever. Even the wisest of the wise and the most spiritually grounded claim that god works most intimately through people. So leave me where I am, all I am is exactly where you found me, and where I was before.
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