I’m as free as they come, so they say.
Speak to me and revel in the fact that I’m listening.
People see in me things that I don’t.
I frown louder than you smile.
I’m like the faceless clown at your wedding.
Like.
It starts on day eleven and takes me over until day twenty seven.
That’s sixteen more.
I can do this… right?
Because he doesn’t know.
So, it’s okay.
I’m about to explode.
No, implode.
Explode.
Hallucinations burn me.
Run me over with your convictions, but only once.
I will now forget your birthday.
Didn’t mean to.
I’m just a fool.
A wandering fool.
I have to go away and cry.
