i need more. i need someone to call at night, to hug and never let go and kisses that never end and days that we spend in the dark and us against the world and getting fat and old and never being told that we’re out of our minds and never seeing the sun cos it’s covered by blinds.
it’s a hard night of sick heads and burning sinuses and achey joints and no beds and no pluses just minuses, and “what’s the point?”s. i tried to sleep but i kept waking myself up from breathing too hard. when i finally found sleep, i dreamt about life, not a sympathy card. i tried to black the sky, but you kept it starred. my once frozen heart is burnt and charred. i tried to project the sound...