If thoughts could reach you I wonder if you’d hear them.
I have reasons I can’t explain without pointing and it doesn’t translate.
I’m up, what the fuck.
That’s one.
Seven seven seven seven
Don’t ask me the keywords change.
I stopped saying it.
Suddenly
5am
And all I could think of sitting on the corner of the street
Invasive thoughts.
I wish I could look you in the eye and ask you but I don’t think I have to I hear it
I saw it
Is it a misunderstanding or malice?
Now do we sit and wait for the answer or do we hear the other side of the story or do we point fingers
I will wait but I don’t think
I don’t feel…
信じられない。
Leave a comment