The Love That Carries Me
Since June 4th, 1992, I've always been utterly dyspeptic of my own self's thoughts, actions, and conduct opposing propriety. Deviating from normalcy, I've never had a path, but instead an aberrant set of selfish goals and an inconsistent arsenal of promises - as untouched as a Chinese lady's blinker switch on the highway (Thanks Family Guy)- still covered in an opaque layer of dust. Comprehension and empathy are inevitably unattainable my love. I'm so in love with you, and if you keep this break between us up, of course I'll have to find my way. I'm forced to. Just know I love you.