this subject will never grow stale.
however, i am changing the subject.
i am changing the scenery.
a change of pace, despite my pacemaker becoming faulty.
my favourite color consumes me.
it burns me. it revives me.
in that way that reminds me that i am alive.
in that way that reminds me that i am being eaten alive.
when the going gets tough, get the fuck out.
resources exhausted, resurrection initiated.
i ache for so much noise that i can't hear you.
that laugh is contagious, and the best i can do is run away from this disease.
my bones give me the impression that everything has been left in a forbidden country.
i prefer it that way. i don't want any of it back.
i don't want myself back. not halfway.
