sleeptalk

life is a thing to love a little. there are a lot of things to love. i love verbs and nouns considerably. people, places, things, and all the action that accompanies those particular objects. i'm not interested in objectifying. with the right objective, practically anything can be accomplished. i get so tired right in the middle of all the exciting things i think and feel and desire. one day all this sleep will make a little sense to me.

musickening

i hate your voice completely

it's very small

i run out of places to place conversations between myself and me. i spend countless hours creating counterparts out of technological advances. i will generate commentary. i will stimulate discussion. i will be the only one communicating, and i'll never understand a word i say in response. a word once lost is lost. where is the beginning and end of a forgetful tongue.