these days all my words come out in pictures
i imagine my rejection letters with future vision, seeing myself in 10-20 years as great. let me be great.
now its raw. naked. anger.
pure. unadulterated foolishness
they thought we were lovers, i wanted us to be friends, resentment came between us, enemies at the end
i am an agent of narcissism
on a distant shore, amidst an icy war, there you were… with the one thing that could both save me and destroy me