I don’t know if I’m alive
Until you ask why my breathing slowed
I wasn’t cold until I took your coat
I was hungry before you fed me green
I don’t know what it is to be alive without you
I’m not sure how to be
Stairwells descend
Clouds collect from rivers and seas
Is this how cavemen discovered fire?
From tip to tip, the drawn out tingle
Coming together, collecting light
I took at my first breath at 27
And it all started with a diet sprite
I am infatuated, obsessed, utterly shattered and wholly put together by the love I’m experiencing. I’ve told you once, and I will tell you again, I don’t crave you like a drug. I don’t need you like a dependent.
There isn’t a world that I want to live in where you don’t exist.
Why can’t I get rid of this block? Rude.
Is the world going to ruin out of coffee? Because I am genuinely more terrified of that than a global apocalypse.
Speaking of apocalypse, I think it’s time for a hard conversation. If you are one of those people who think that you would survive if the world ended, know you are the type of person who probably shouldn’t. The exact traits that made you cut throat enough to slash someones neck for toilet paper or gave you the endurance to eat cold beans in the middle of a forest… should also show you that the type of person you are is not how humanity might want to be remembered.
i say that statement with irony, knowing that I have no desire to live through an apocalypse. I barely want to live now, in a first world country. What I mean is,