art is not real, and i do not like art.
i am tired of fear
all i have to give
cannot be communicated
but please, understand my motives
I am made of love, and it is all i want more of. i want your love
if you are reading this,
thank you for your contribution
I do not want to be here
ive spent years years years waiting and waiting and waiting
what is truly the essence of what we are doing is a personalized guess as to what is really out there; the dark matter; the space in between which makes up our reality which is so vague to us.
i wish you knew
i wish you could see it the way i do
i wish it was easier to know what is real,
but maybe that is what is killing me
this is all i am