my stranger you know i barely think about you i really don't you close a book and that is it until you forget the story i guess watching your favorite film yesterday was not a good idea because i had a dream about you it ended like an hour ago but it feels longer we were in a weird motel it looked almost put there just for us and we talked super weird how i feel like we talked maybe we did talk the dream realm is no joke dude **** we have literally never talked lol i don't even remember your voice can i pretend that you are mute? or is that rude of me to say? because you were definitely not mute haha and i promise i really do not have feelings for you when people say that they usually lie i'm not one of them right now no reason to lie to myself at times it feels like i don't have feelings period i think it's a trauma response or i like to pretend its so much more fun that the vacuum cleaner i hear every night takes and ***** them out of me funny right? ugh yeah why do you care it's just frustrating how much i wish you knew about the stares, the playlists, the longing, the dreams and i really wish i saved your bike what does one person do with that information they become numb and they lose it i can't hold information don't you know being numb has to be the worst like you are almost home? and then you find out your hands have frozen and you drop the keys and u just stand there lolol no more home so i wish someone else could take it instead keep it for me it spills and it growls. and it needs cleaning and some love but not too much or i remember how i make strangers i really tried to clean my hands the mud isn't getting out the one i buried you with or is it guilt? my stranger truly out of all the strangers i have loved you were the one i had a dream about your favorite film has an amazing soundtrack btw
"so what if u catch me where would we land?"
it's been three years/ i saw him a couple days ago riding a new bike/ i actually didn't even recognize him isn't that weird?