thirsty for life. you enunciate in a manner i used to think was beautiful but all i can think about now is how dry my mouth is. let it be known that i was always an encouraging friend, that’s why i’m encouraging you to never call after tonight. you applaud me, admitting in soft speech you love how my thoughts speak the same rhythm my heart beats. rapidly. thinking i’d rather die than live life passion-free. “why do i even try?”. my thoughts exactly.
my precision: psychic visions.
impressive to those who believe in higher wisdom.
but whether these shots in the dark hit isn’t my decision.
i’m a flying chicken. fifteen second flying distance.
then i crash.
not bad.