Breathing contemplation. I keep building an empire, then knocking it down in my dreams. She wrote my destiny. She's still writing.

She would have been a good woman if she wouldn't have gotten high so much and tried to stab me in my sleep. I appreciate everything that you've burned. Still missing you. These dispatches don't seem to be working. I wonder where you are. Why you left. Why I'm still thinking of you. Ideals don't die. People do. Dispatches. Loving you. Is hard. Loving you. Break me. I'm still a beast.

Improbable probables. Parables and night watches. I saw you from the tower and felt defeated. I can't help it if my mind is in the gutter. The gutter. The gut her. Sharp as an equation. You follow? Am I being followed? I can't see. I don't want to see what has already been seen. Don't escape this consciousness. The next one is the same. Qualify. Quantify? Quantum. Brain needs. Meds. Give Me meds. Importance on the self. Put it on the shelf. And wish you could jump off. Take turns. Give in. Forget. I forget. I digress. Happy. Happy love songs. Happy. Sand. Live off of sand. Slide backwards. Sleep. Sleep in the sand. Draw circles where she made you feel. I loved feeling. But now I am angry. I am an angry soul, but I think that it will be alright. That we're going to make it and that one day we will make it to California and find our fools gold. Full.

Relative.
Neutrality.