Holy smokes I am losing my cool Wrapped up in tatters in what I would Call a ****** up existence But I do what I do And a can what I can So I can preserve what I need To survive My feet coil together Small toes against small toes Rhythmatically sensing one another In a calming motion Allowing the electric to go someplace
This is when I wish I had a pen To let you know this is an honest letter From me to you Something rare and raw and pure Something so rare