To feel your fingers in my cold hands.


Y'knw, today's world is so materialistic. We judge a person by the size of their houses & the cost of their things. Mechanically springs to mind straight away. I should lift my mind above the ground where we seem to be slowly eating, drinking, & smoking ourselves to death.
Goodness. What, are you, really? Feels like I've known you since forever, but the next, you're like a pretty face in disguise. I don't know you anymore. I don't know you anymore. I don't know you anymore. & Now you're almost halfway through the door. Just come back or not for all I care. Fuck please do 'cuse I miss you. Everybody's changing & I don't feel the same. This world is so.. Manmade. I couldn't agree more.
Be what you promised.