I often write superficial thoughts, awaiting eyes powerful enough to see the emotional abyss from which they swam. Against a current so mean. I do not have gills to breathe. Entangled in jellyfish and seaweed. Their stings breathe life into me. Emotionless, in motion. Forever freed.
I'm hear every day. I don't even know why. My frequent random thoughts lead me here. I sometimes fear if something is written what it might say. Am I forgotten...Has the lock been picked to the place I used to live and she's learned how to keep away... Can she teach me how? Is she happy? I saw IG pop up, but 76 photos never changed to 77, 592 follwers did go down go 588, but the 572 follwing didn't change... I'm there everyday too... Was that for me? Naw, I'm over analyzing shit again... I reached out through email, text, and a few other apps with no response... I'm not a factor anymore... She's free now... I thought I was... But I'm back here again... With my frequent random thoughts.
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