chronos

direct. a conversation prelude to imaginary blistering embrace. senselessness will always be my first love, even if it fails. you forgot to love me, twenty-four hours a day full of quiet fire just beneath the surface, and i am open. shapelessly remember you without regret. to emulate you, i forgot me yesterday. i will string you in between fragments of euphoria, and there is no defense. what sentence slips preservative of friendship, all an undulating language that can deceive me. 

me me me, the general gist of things, young admitted in the outpatient department, his rapid heart wandering with them. the patient is tearful and crying constantly of the human condition, up in your eyes, the remover secrets. the patient looked very well at saturday's reception, the patient was released to gnaw holes into the self. painless, if she lies smartly in your pain for over a year. four. i can imagine a potential. let go your attempts to control events and heart, shades of eternal change. sing of the vibrant electric moons,  eat the things you say, a frustrated silence, blazing with clouds. 

i hear that you'd be happier in dreams, and we'd all be. bartering exhibitionism intrinsically connected to my calling, insisting he broke my heart, planned both his mind and being in evil lust, undoubtedly convinced and smacking around for perfectly wretched sentiment infused horror, so listen to your feelings taken from us. our lives loved and lost thinking of that tired cliché. full of another attempt for the human condition and i with the people's experiences don't come close to the boy's agreed place in life sp here's ours to never and all. i really cared inherently, thoughts consist of wants and contemplating moving to get absolute silence. i just get.