See? Look.

He’s fine

He’s always fine and

Let me take a moment to be extremely unpoetic

Ugggggggggggggh

I hate my brain

Why do we need to protect him and from what?

ま〜取り敢えず

I think that’s something we all need to do

Take a moment for yourself

I get this sneaking suspicion he didn’t do that yesterday

Boy

Oh boy

It really does feel like we create

In some like

Togetherness

I will never understand

Not complaining

I think

Someone read it

I wonder what I’m doing this for

You’re doing it for fame and fortune

And it seems I’ve chosen the route of never being seen ever

Despite this labyrinth of things I’ve said

Maybe they’ll invent an AI that searches the web for mediocre prose and it’ll think I’m interesting

So many things said

So many things not said

I don’t think I’ll ever know

Why my mind clings to him so

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