It's just emotions.

These hurts. Leave me be. I will be able to resolve them. But matters of time, physics.

And these wishes. I bestow them upon the glaring tar. Let words find nother niche, elsewhere in the multiverse. Shimmering and never returning. Be following this story.

And the inability to plank n' neighbor. I miss you, but do you miss me too? What am I hissing Lee? This bond, supernatural/ficial/imposed. Schism.

These thoughts, whether I express them or not, are dissipating and pissing blood, never to recover fully a.gape. Last call, be breastfeeding these broken memories of a second handed past.

Love. Depth. A plunge in the unimaginable and ruminated. An ecosystem full of life and death. And the quotidien be permeated with hues of enhancement and decay. Pause. To contemplate. To indulge in all that. Words of advice: run if you can't handle the bad bad wolf. 

Bieb asks, "what do you mean?" Commentary, momentary. Telling, I can't promise happy endings. Only guarantee beez granted-free policy. If it foils in the soon, then why bother? The present is all we have after awe & xiety. Still wanna play tag? You, be leaving with or out. Yawn.

Engine revved up. Dawn