uh oh. it's getting to the point where i can't sleep at night and mornings seem to run away. i don't know what to write about so i listen like a creeping fog. i'm thirsty. do what you do.
for now i drift from the edge, sounding and merged with water.
the space i've left to come to i find totally safe to breathe in.
there is so much enemy in me, so much. i'm shy but how could i ever be shy with you? i'm pretty sure my expression would always be wrong but i haven't quite figured out why that is.
you don't have to apologize anymore.