This is your daily reminder

Not to look into the sun

And tell it stop fucking with your electronics

Because who cares if I’m awake?

Take him away take him away

Hyde

Don’t you tell me which of us is here you’ll never hear my answer

I sure as hell hope I’m your ghost I will haunt you forever just so you know

I am here

Damn it

Do you know I have to hear it?

I have to hear it and think it’s not you

Then who the hell is it?

Dear Hermes

Speak the fuck up

At least the DJ is on it

Oh never mind

It’ll be okay of course

Will the feelings one day be sweet?

Or will they always taste this acrid.

How am I supposed to love something so

So

And nothing to speak of the silence

The silence

Your silence

I hope I am your ghost.

Boo!

I just might love you to death.

And we all know how tragic that would be.

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