i've had enough of words, i want to walk in this empty space. in my next life, i want to be a boor and let words mean nothing to me except as strange scratchings arranged at random.
2 more days before i disappear, it will be different and it may be exciting but i will feel so very alone. these days, i feel as though i'm perpetually missing people and the way they make me feel.
it's too warm around here.