Updated: Jul 10, 2020
I am transported to the time when I was
less-than.
All I did was watch television and do drugs.
I was a shell of myself, holding on to old feelings of lust.
Even though, I know that you are the devil in disguise.
Luring me back into my bad habitats of self-depreciation.
I look back at that time.
730 days. 104 weeks. 24 months. 2 years.
I have become tree in the arctic, thriving in a hostile environment.
Learning to adapt to whatever is thrown my way.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Open for you to boost the same thing. It's okay to be honest with me. I need you to get me, and see if I can find a way to get you.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a