what was that? you asked. and I whispered to you a giant balloon full of red paint just bumped the horizon and burst. look out the window. the sky is how I love you.
I just want to grab everyone I meet by the shoulders, look them dead in the eyes, and say, excuse me, I’m fucked up. I really am. Please don’t fuck me up any more.
Because I really am not sure how much more of this I can take.