Stop and Listen.
Please I am sick...not faulting in health (for right in mind) just tired and bored and annoyed.
Of you.
You are not of matter. Please just leave me to dream of it. Did you seriously just say that?
Did you seriously just not say anything at all?
Fuck I am so sick and tired of it all.
You talk to boast.
You talk to listen.
I want to boast. I want to listen. So different but the same? I wish I could overcome and I can..I guess if I tried I could.
You, you are matters? How came something so old and new come together? twisted fate. Comical. I plead I would walk miles if something was different. Something anything.
Maybe I'm the one not of matters? hmm this is a thought. Disturbing, but true. Maybe realistic. Why should I ruin? Why am I impatient and want it? Stop impulses. Go mind.
Desires to say it. Expectations.
