Freckle, Freckle.

Go from high to love faster than you could comprehend. a brain that pre-programs in the morning turns out to abort itself every few minutes. never the same person at day break as when your head hits the pillow. throwing myself in my own convent. don't want to fall apart. would give too much for a deep breath and the ultimate form of relaxation. RIL receptors in the foreground of my mind flip their switch- send me in a frenzy. begging for sleep.



"I love the mayhem more than the love"
knew you were impossible. i've never been proven wrong before.
sadly its only sad for you.
you're predictable, what a pitty.