its abrupt, its observing:
bazaar motions of bazaar total consequence.
I don't care of your unmoving existence:
you do nothing new, and in my opinion
hardly anything true.
i think of you, and honestly,
i think of nothing spectacular.
i love you to death.
i think i'd both kill
and die
for you.
then why
the death
do you destroy me?
i've drank this night
i've seen
the high
and i think of you
i think of you
you've consumed
this whole part
of my life
you're mad.
i'm consumed.
i'm distant and distracting.
and honestly,
you're so mad.
i guess your presence
will never detach
i haven't heard of you or from you
for so long
i guess
this is as perfect of timing
as any other time
would have been.
how are you?
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.