there is only black and white.
light and dark.
sanity and insanity.
the in-betweens, the grey areas, the uncertainties of anything besides fifty-fifty,
these are the fuzzy feelings in my stomach.
love or hate. the telescope scopes areas of me that i have forgotten existed.
i remember to live, because if i do not someone else will do the reporting for me.
calamity in the dyslexia of calm.
notes bubbling up through my veins to let you know the clock is ticking.
i'm working on it. i'm working on you. i'm doing my best.
i hope to knock you off of your ass.
see you in a few.
as for you, i lied. i can't do it. i'm sorry that i can't let go as you can.
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i did try, though.
