I miss the memories, memories that evaporated through comforting facades.
I know what isolation is, it's a spiral of internal havoc, its all in my head and the worst death.
Death from pessimism.
Thank whoever made this planet, catched existential flu, it's like the surroundings blur.
I met you.
Reassurance is what you need, I am far away and all I can do is write subliminals for your shy subconscious, stubborn I see.
We are similar darling.
I miss you darling.
Miss me but don't lose me. Keep my attention before I slip into episodes of psychosis on the sidewalk.
I feel worn from everyone. I miss you darling.
