Lazily, I use the wrong program at times. Within walking distance of a key stroke, a few thoughts disappear. One in particular. Then, the wind blew and I couldn't hold it in again.
Perfectly natural, sometimes I get a little preachy, lovable, mostly unlovable. Tell her its because there are so many people here, so many girls. I can't tell her the truth. In one moment it was real, we were connected by one thing, everywhere.
In a minute, we were nothing, virtual strangers. Time warrants vagaries, Speaking in code, less piteous, poor me, for nothing. I'm lucky. Absolutely charmed. Please stop doubting me. I'll need to stop holding it down. Opt into anemia. One thing holds me back. It's not you, its me. Its you. Its me!
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