Ideas, music, movies, pictures, games. I'm fine with things that keep my mind from always spinning in various directions. And when I'm forced to do things or I am uncomfortable, it doesn't stop.
People that talk about great things and ideas. It makes me want to try some drugs. But I don't want to take them alone. And not with the wrong people.
There seem to be so few people, all over the world, who I may be able to comprehend.
Something is missing. Someone I lost. Perhaps a long time ago. I need to find them again.
I want to cry, for so long now, but there never is anyone; to do it with, onto or into.
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