I can like you as a person and hold you at a distance let me set my intention I don’t need your permission I don’t need you I don’t mean that don’t cross me don’t leave me did you ever love me? do you love me now? do you even like me? it’s all unknowable
my mind is like a rabbit more active at night and in the early morning
maybe if I keep writing I’ll find her again only a fool wouldn’t try
people say the devil has a sharp tongue well maybe the devil is just a woman with wit that sharpens the sword of her tongue and writes with a crystal ball point pen that must be what they thought in Salem when witchcraft was a more reasonable excuse than god creating woman with a brain when all she came from was the rib of Adam written by man
at least if you have split personalities you’re never lonely
sometimes it feels like I’m stranded sometimes it feels like I’m drowning and sometimes it feels like both all at once with varying severities oh sorry what was the question? I’m fine thanks for asking
sometimes I feel dizzy and I wonder is this what drugs feel like? and I close my eyes and enjoy it for a second while the world keeps on moving without me but I know that really it’s just my internal valve wound too tight building up the pressure in my soon-to-burst purple veins
pop a pill in my mouth and watch a universe explode into existence the tiny capsule a spark before the bang only for the light to die once all the serotonin drains from my body
I let the bananas go black the other day it wasn’t on purpose I don’t like watching things die I just couldn’t help them I wasn’t hungry I couldn’t help them achieve their purpose why am I here?
I don’t feel good but I don’t mean like that I feel bad I feel sad I am wrong in the head I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel but I know I shouldn’t feel like this are you okay? you might ask me and I might say I am or I might tell you the truth and tell you that I’m good enough because that’s the best I can hope for right now it’s like I tasted heaven but I wasn’t really there I simply passed by the gate because I lost the key that was chained to my neck and now it’s in Peter’s hand and he refuses to let go
Fudge It! 