Unfiltered disposition…

I’m too far gone. Am I wrong? Too much fit another that can’t reason with why I be who I must be? Fuck me! Literally. Just take me away from this facade of running from immaturities. Help me turn on musing for once. Trust luv lust and such. I can lie until it’s over. That’s all we’ve come to know s as lovers. taking turns until it creeps up on us all. I’ll pretend it’s whatever as long as it’s as beautiful as my imagination can foresee before I fall. Away I’ll go back to where I’ve come from as the bar guy one more time. That’s what’s I’m accustomed to to so it’s no divergent from the moments that end in mid flight. Pitty me not. I’m more willing to believe I’m more than what I have come to know to myself that I’m done with the endless dead ends that revive me in between the lines. Just fuck me straight outta my mind. Create a whole new rhealm for me to exist in. I’d be grateful for s as long as it lasts before you get a twitch. No more said is a pertinent physiological transformation in which I wanna partake. Give me a taste…