and be forever obscured from my view, forging replies and uniform answers, stocked from the previous hearts you’ve broken, out of stoic guilt, nonchalant while you grin, rearing what seems to be fragmented idiotic dreams, gay and free, free and gay.
i don’t care, i don’t care.
like a tiny jellyfish cupped in the middle of sea, you shall watch me dance dance dance pathetically in your hands, quaint but pale, uninteresting as i gently appeal to be freed, so you lift me up back to the beach, and then poke at me my tentacles and my transparent empty head when i’m dead.
i’m happier this way.
perkaraperkara 