We try to force out the right words,  past our tongues and out our mouths but they get caught in our throats and we never say anything, silently choking.
Other people always leave you behind and hit you too hard.
I am Salieri to
the cosmos' Mozart.
I guess by now it does not
matter
what I say. You've
probably stopped reading by now.
I don't mind if you have.
I mind why though.
Anyway since you're not here
I'll say whatever. Bubble. Lasers.
Viruses aren't alive, but they ain't dead.
I pretend to be a shark sometimes.
I'm a thief. Don't **** me.

I don't want to be alone