night on the sum. her with nobody. but with trees in flower.
fibrous neurosis
I'm resigned from sexual relations and sexual relationships.
I say nice things to people because it may be the closest I'll ever be to them.
I say outdated compliments-turned-misogynistic jibe. but it's paved the way to hell.
I'd rather sit in silence and feel the life radiating from someone I find interesting than pursue any notion of physical advance.
I'm interested in evolution. not the connotative.
I'd like to be living. alive. living alive. in the process of being alive when things really start looking +++++++.
I really want to believe we'll all come out of this alright.
I really want to matter.
I don't need to think about who I am or what's the best way to appear to be being myself.
all this now? yes, and still.
See your apprehension, your anxiety and your unrest. weigh it, then let it go.
I like it when people receive a compliment and their honest reaction is of surprise. open.
the one thing I want to have accomplished by the end of my life
is to feel real. feel like I have done something interesting. and not to people I know. but to complete strangers.
feel my hair as a part of me, living, not something dead still left around. wear my own skin like a leather jacket. no longer feel a boundary of any kind. within myself.
I don't know when it started but I began trying to chase my 'likes'. what do the things I like like?* the people. the places thewhowhatwhenhowWHY.
I feel the moment that one could think of.
gen A is sub par at life. gen B has no legs but stands to the front of gen A and offers a hand attached to a disproportionately long arm. all around is blue. is green. is parts yellow. all around is bright.
*I like simple things, but I am not one.
I'm resigned from sexual relations and sexual relationships.
I say nice things to people because it may be the closest I'll ever be to them.
I say outdated compliments-turned-misogynistic jibe. but it's paved the way to hell.
I'd rather sit in silence and feel the life radiating from someone I find interesting than pursue any notion of physical advance.
I'm interested in evolution. not the connotative.
I'd like to be living. alive. living alive. in the process of being alive when things really start looking +++++++.
I really want to believe we'll all come out of this alright.
I really want to matter.
I don't need to think about who I am or what's the best way to appear to be being myself.
all this now? yes, and still.
See your apprehension, your anxiety and your unrest. weigh it, then let it go.
I like it when people receive a compliment and their honest reaction is of surprise. open.
the one thing I want to have accomplished by the end of my life
is to feel real. feel like I have done something interesting. and not to people I know. but to complete strangers.
feel my hair as a part of me, living, not something dead still left around. wear my own skin like a leather jacket. no longer feel a boundary of any kind. within myself.
I don't know when it started but I began trying to chase my 'likes'. what do the things I like like?* the people. the places thewhowhatwhenhowWHY.
I feel the moment that one could think of.
gen A is sub par at life. gen B has no legs but stands to the front of gen A and offers a hand attached to a disproportionately long arm. all around is blue. is green. is parts yellow. all around is bright.
*I like simple things, but I am not one.