oh light fixture you are much too bright
won’t you stay with me through the night?
just grab a pillow tight
and wait for the dizziness to pass
i wonder what it’s like to be a vaguely interesting or attractive person and not utterly repulsive lol ok.
is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? an avalanche of opinions like the one that fell that i am now underneath. it was my voice that moved the first rock and i would do it all again. so, i mean, it’s cool if you keep quiet but i like singing.
thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me.
your eyes are poor. you are blind. you see, no beauty could have come from me.
i am a waste of breath, of space, of time
but does anyone else ever get the urge to run barefoot out onto the street in the middle of the night with no direction and never come back?
