aye me.

i wish i were an aeroplane so that i coud fly myself to you.
i wish i were a caustic substance that stuck to you like glue.
i wish you understood me when i told you how i feel,
i wish i was your savior sitting down to my last meal.
i wish i knew what you were thinking when you tell me that you're fine.
i wish i knew a way to say "we're running out of time."

don't go.

i've been having dreams about my english teacher.
well well, old friend, a substantial amount of time has passed and here we are, reacquainted only by chance. how have you been?
i've been as well as can be expected. well, let's begin then, shall we?
i memorize the lines of your body because you deny me the priveledge of familiarity. here is where we stretch our minds, regardless of what you've been told.
(forget all of those things anyway, because they are wrong. who knows, everything could very well be wrong. life does not guarantee positive results: dissapointment is truly inevitable.)
how life moves in such dull circles. i am still trying ot come at it from an angle and finding that i fail miserably. today was the first time i've drank alone for the sole purpose of intoxication. i believe that this has incredible potential.

i am free from the time constraints of your psuedo-realism:
i am the alchemy betty.
who are you?

things aren't falling apart anymore, thank god they're finally coming together. i have come to understand that i should
practice the fine art of self-gratification more oftenmaking myself happy is the best thing that could possibly happen to me.