cigarettes. pumpkins. speed. poems. meiosis. time management.
It seems like I am existing in a world of my own.
I have never been this alone in my life.
Company? HA. I am my own lover, my only friend.
Most days and nights are spent with school work, escaping from my own reality.
Everyone from my past has evaporated. Space and matter stand alone.
Operant conditioning. Flashbulb memory. Punishment and consequence.
I reevaluate, constantly. Light. Speed. Sound. Time.
It's all psychology. Conditioned stimulus and response.
The bugs have migrated inside my bedroom. A spider a day keeps the fear away.
Why wont the ants leave me alone? They appear to enter through a black hole. Bizzare.
JUST GO AWAYYYY! Leave me to my lonesome! Goodbye.
He haunts me every second of the day.
His lamp brings light to my room.
His glass bracelet snags the hair on my wrist.
I smoke from his piece.
I engage in obsessive behavior.
For WHAT?
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Fuck no.
You are an autumn evening, crispy and calm. Crickets.
"Swings a low sickle arc,
From its perch in the dark,
Settle down,
Settle down, my desire"
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