Calm disturbed. Creeping the creep. She walks heavily on all of the dreams I planted. Glad you're doing well. Pleased to meet you. Ignore the hurt. Subside. All things you love. Clarity. Concupiscence
. Words I stole from the poet. I'm still paranoid, and I can't stop scratching. Dreams . I can't stop dreaming. I can't kill the ideals. Suffocate them. Platinum platinums. I dream. Free--tattered, but not like the soldier. Walk away. Run. Fallen doubts and the end of disconnection. Let it all fall together. All all.