I love the look of painted nails on a keyboard. I love bread fresh from the oven. I love the sound of G sharp and E minor. I love finding words to reach out with. But the world is shit. Utterly, endlessly.
Everything goes too fast. And I want off. I don’t wanna go for another ride now. I don’t wanna take another spin with this planet. The only problem is there’s nothing else.
Game over is passage to nothing, to unknown. And that is scary too.
I wish someone could just reach out to me, and hold my heart until I felt better. Say abracadabra, and it all would feel good.
Gosh, I think I’m gonna cry.