Through the Looking Glass
Deafening discussions for the deaf. Donating dimes down the doorway of death.
On passing I hope for a better place, but maybe not Hef.
Letters to long lost lovers, people wanting you to be so successful but always free, low response must be arrogance, busier than bees, logic leads me to not wear my heart on my sleeve, to not go through countless relationships watching it bleed.
Don’t give me the keys to hearts and don’t dream of fast starts, they say the bigger they are the harder they fall… It’s about me wanting to have it all but when I close my eyes that final time that last time, I’ll feel the warmth of my soul.
So in conclusion I conclude that you consider contemplating the conscience of your construct. Valiantly vying for a vein to a vaunted vaulted fortress, save yourself the experience, stay in your lane, and when it gets to that time you can’t ever look at me to blame.