when the system is fucked.

the bloody days. a combination of the flush from the toilet and the blades from the blender working together, maybe with a touch of the spin from the washing machine.

fragility at its best. i think i am going through a temporary manifestation, or probably it is true, what seems like it was supposed to be- won't be.

sigh, after all, everything will eventually fall into place. and then one day, just one day, you'll look back and realise that maybe you didn't have to go through all that trouble in the first place. but at this point, i think i can afford to tell myself that 'you'(1) will always be my guide, that 'you'(2) are the only one who will ever understand cellophane, unicorns and ponies like i do, that 'you'(3) i care a lot for, that 'you'(4) actually don't know me like how you think you do- i am deeply sorry, and that 'you'(5) will lose to me and experience bullshit like nobody can ever imagine.

i intend to die from multiple gunshots. i'd like to experience something as satisfying as that, and sleep forever- an ultimate present for my soul.

goodnight and goodluck. (god i sound demented.)

GROW ME A PONY AND I WILL BE HAPPY.

you.

nobody needs to know, and nobody can ever take that away from me. that i find, beautiful.

strip me bare naked if you like, nothing will work. for your grace has found me just as i am, empty handed but alive in your hands. forever i am changed by your love, in the beauty of your majesty.

i miss you, capture me again.

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