(no subject)
It's like you're all desperately waiting to hear something on my mind. If you had half the brain you'd realized how much time you're wasting chasing this reality that is always close enough to stare in the eye; but whatever you see I guarantee it's not me. It's not leading you on because I'm not going to tell you more than once. There's not enough time in the day to make sure you land softly when you jump. Clark Kent would do the same but don't expect to be his Lois Lane.