Space. . .
How much space do you need exactly?
Is halfway across town far enough?
Or is it relative,
And you only need space in your mind?
What is it about proximity that bothers you?
Does it now bother you that I know you so well,
Without knowing you that well?
Yes, that sort of thing tends to fuck with a person’s head
Doesn’t it?
It kind of fucks with my head too,
But it makes me want to be closer to you,
Not farther away.
Here’s your space. . . .
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
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