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there's something arrogant & disarranged about the way that i discover authenticity; disregarding security or intellect or flavor, choosing simple con.nec.tion over complex conversation. disbelief in promise: promises were meant to be kept but made to be broken, the way we all are. satirically, every new beginning is a mockery of every related end. & unrelated. in recollection, which we always revert to regardless, there is nothing about the past worth saving. otherwise we would never have forgotton & released our prior emotions. we would never discuss, attempt, or consider to. yet we do.
& i do because i am devoted to inspiration. bound by chains to instinct rather than logic, & this drives me, pulls me, pushes me, leads me to you & there is no other place in the world i would rather go. he holds me back & i am still suffocated but i keep making excuses in order to breathe him in. he's old smoke in my lungs but he's more than a new high. he's everything i love.
everything.
& i do because i am devoted to inspiration. bound by chains to instinct rather than logic, & this drives me, pulls me, pushes me, leads me to you & there is no other place in the world i would rather go. he holds me back & i am still suffocated but i keep making excuses in order to breathe him in. he's old smoke in my lungs but he's more than a new high. he's everything i love.
everything.