letters to my ex

accidentally, unscripted

Hear me out.

Do you ever watch a sinkhole take shape? The challenge of being a sinkhole is that it can be gutted like a fisherman's catch net. It knows what's bad for it but consumes, anyway. It's something that you've to live through and if that rings out sour in your head, let it.(?) Call it the tiniest pinprick close to my belly button or the dog on the shoulder of the highway; call it the black hole in the centre of your chest, the one which makes you feel dropping into the earth and swallowing every bad thing that you fish out for yourself. Call it anything, as long as it's me. i don't want to live in this world where this bootleg version of me likes fine black lace and faceless effigy, oh i don't want to but i already have. i saw a man once and he looked just like you and now, i anticipate that he was the one eating the popsicles of my dreams. Stop yelling at the ends, please, the sound of people chewing. Things that can happen (25,270,000,000 results found), things happen on their own accord and i've stopped trying to get what i want but no, i still want it. If a tree is a tree? but two is a forest, would you possibly wanna trade my psychosis for your neurosis? but fuck, fuck, fuck, this alphabet soup is missing an 'o' and that could be the shape of her mouth if this tin can hits her right, but why would i? why shouldn't i? and now, whilst i write this, i've got an impulse to tell you about this word that i read off my shampoo's bottle, i really want to eat xylene sulfonate.
and everyone cries when it's silicone and everyone eventually leaves you and no matter how cHeEsY this sounds, it's probably true and maybe, that's how it actually feels when there's a war to be won but there's no war. As a matter of fact, it's subtle. Something so subtle that it never actually happens, you think it does,
and i know my words are sticky around the edges but blame it on these pills. Do you ever think how we could all be Akkadians, because that's just how much we suck at communication yet we're in the 21st century and you say that the snakes are using my credit cards,
and here we're
or not or wake me up or stop this lsd-infused vomit or not?

PSS : Just so yk, our college’s campus is gonna be functional from 15 Sept.

A/N : i wrote this in a matter of seconds before i completely dozed off, explains the timin' , the runnin' lowercase and insanity.

erm, so since the amount of ‘what the fuck’ that's happenin' in my life is kinda absurd and currently, everything feels like a shitpiece of a gum that has lost its flavour and im not sure if im making sense to you ( but you obviously don't care. )
gag me with a spoon xD

i was thinkin' that why not update you about the world, in general. so, the latest thing that's most trending right now is ‘no knuckles’ wherein people including kylie and khloe actually airbrushed their fingers.
(smh, say sike this second) [ okay wait, i googled it up and found that this was two years back, oops and i don't have the energy to go back and scratch it.]
and yk, then there's regular shit, people dying ( charlie watts, siddharth shukla, etc, and etc). fuck, people die all the time and besides that, there's ronaldo and messi leaving their respective teams. oh yeah! then there was also this mtv music award where bieber had won the artist of the year award ( fun fact: lol, discord sponsored these)
and i was about to spew that my nans have been admitted to the hospital, ( covid and stuff ) and well, at the moment he's unconscious,
and now, ig im being a real downer.

but do you ever really wish to get off this planet? come on, like just once in a while?
like you know, screenshottin' your entire life and then erasin' all of it and then, fuckin' off into blackhole.

could you please tell me what i want?

[ no cussing or i'll tell god ]

morning ugh