So, words and art and shoes.
Trees and cigarettes.
A balcony.
Windows and the prettiest lights.
Other people's problems that are similar to mine.
Do I want another friend?
My words can't make sense rn.
And I'm number three although number two is my favorite.
The first of freeeee.
The first to three.
Analyze me.
And give me love, because I'm thirstyyyy.
And I have a song in me.
Lighters travel faster than smoke in company of strangers.
And tomorrow I'll forget what any of my words ever meant to me.
Worlds that mean to me.
Who will I mean to?
Me?
Pop another one.
Menthols not pills silly.
Fines, cameras, and blinders.
You know, I have bad eyesight.
And a book of poetry that I've never finished.
**** that sentence. I erased it. It's my secret to forget now.
Pretty pretty and warm.
Loves cuddles and needs me.
What do I do with the ash?
I think 2 is enough today. I'll choose that. I don't need 3.