The only thing that brings him out is when I feel that sweet melancholy. -blessed to be stressed- A quest to impress.
Not you, but him.
I love what I am but I'd hate to foresee the potential you'd waste outside of me.
I'll build you up, recraft your name new hobbies, posts, a little new fame. cute pics, new tricks, some confidence. its simple you're a quick mix fix.
I'm as easy as can be, I know that you see that a little productivity can keep me at ease.
you always let me go, lazy yet mindful. you may be stoic but I know your prideful.
Take me as a sign because in this shrine
I need chaos. uncertainty. the unknown.
how deep down the rabbit hole will I take you? either way, for now you're mine.
I want you to hurt, so we can grow. I'll let you rest when we get old. Then we'll reflect on all I've done for you.
It seems like the only time I get creative or ambitious in anyway is when I am feeling somewhat depressed. I need to learn how to focus my drive even when I'm content.