i'll dial back a bit. i'll try not to cause a massacre.
let me state the present: our responses have de-evolved. chromatic greetings degenerated to neanderthal goodbyes. i still cannot piece my ugly pink flesh together. the manual is written in foreign tongues and there are too many parts. i can't seem to find my tools (or, my fortress).
i am still teaching myself how to function, despite the supernova that yearns to dissolve me and threatens to bring forth timeless sleep when the sky is black and hanging low.
i keep my tongue within my mouth because everyone closes their ears whenever i try to reach out. they only want the sun. no one likes the storms.
your eyes are still brown and your hair is still a floppy brown and you still have an abundant amount of hair on your visage and you still wear those giant ass headphones.
and i have evolved. i have came out of the dark with a new light. i have found my Sun, my Universe, my Dancing Partner, the Star that i've been searching for.
will you come to our wedding? will you be the officiant? it would be funny if you were. maybe i could play experimental rap music and you could pretend to be bob dylan again.
there's not that much for me to say.
i hope you fly high.
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the end
