[Sad, droning chords ring out from the broken keyboard. It's out of tune. Maybe that says enough.]

The ceiling looks really nice this time of night.

...Maybe I should go out.

Gonna go charm some poor soul into falling hopelessly in love with me.

You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself. We are horrible.

Why the hell do I keep finding feathers everywhere

Thalassa you can NOT make me a tinder-

Do you like me be honest.

hehe...

Shout out to the Being in the corner of my eye at any given time.

Man.

In a parallel universe or another world or a different life, we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list.

Oh the fight between wanting to cut my hair and liking it long.