daydreamssss

'... go to jail and be someone's fuck buddy' the voice was obviously embarrassed to be quoting his dead son's problems.
Where is the point of silence? What is the point of silence? that lover walked walked walked through that door and questions don't have to have answers
sorry i am, am i sorry, i am sorry. visions of drowning make my chest tighten. the deep blue, the blue deep, the panic, the stress, the eventual drift, drift, driftiness.
are you scared? are you petrified and terrified, have you tried and tried and tried? unable to sleep or read or think or live or die.
are you tired? do you daydream of death to live through another day?, find speeches of hope fill you with dread?,
i like to be choked while being fucked, i don't say i hope to die this way. honesty, badly timed, ruins great sex any day.
do you too wish to not have to deal with everything, anything, naughts and oughts. is everything boiled down to it's tiring denominators of waking, sleeping, eating dumping, out the door and in another? why wont it stop stop stop.
i can't talk i can't talk. i have many, too many words in my head.
these words lose all meaning as soon as they leave. open my mouth i don't know what comes out. it's not what's inside what's inside? nothing nothing nothing.
i can't talk i can't say goway and leave this place is damned all who enter here..
i thought i do i'm waiting though