I want to hate you so bad,
but the simple fact that you’ve accrued a vast amount of fans is not grounds for disapproval.
I’ll sit,
wade….
and sift…through all matter floating upon the surface.
Dive, deep in your ocean. In, in the abyss allowing the darkness…to envelop me.
It’s fine.
It’s nothing new, just a scrape, some blood and a bruise.
I’ve got a story to tell, you’ve got the time.
Sit in the car, we’ll set the car to ‘cruise control’.
