One day,
I swear,
I will pull myself out from these horrible swimming thoughts
long enough to sit down and answer all of your questions.
It’ll probably start something like,
“This is so stupid,”
because even I know.
Either that,
or,
I’ll end up writing it down and burning it (all of it).
Yeah, it’ll probably be the second one.
The problem with having no control over my thoughts is I need to wait for a good fire just to keep this little demon from busting out of my heart at the wrong time.
