Type writer Blues.
Time passes slowly, then quickly, It’s that moment I love when listerine is burning my tongue and mouth. Germs and bacteria being killled, Take that! , There are so many things I want to tell you. I really want to tell you, maybe you’d like me then. If you knew how you exist in my head. But it’s hard for me to write them down send tem to you to read and interpret, I don’t know why, It’s the weight of everything, It’s my running away from anything that makes me vulnerable. It’s the constant questionings where I debate myself with myself. I’m always on the run and the jury is still out
