Eyes

He must be able to see how I feel. I can feel him look at me, every time. It's becoming a distraction. Why doesn't he ask me to come home with him. what's keeping him here? why the fuck am I talking like this. I should just walk out of here right now. I want to be outside and I want the sun to touch me in the most spiritual way. I want him to be outside of me, and them come into me. I want to stop thinking about him. This is insane, I can't believe that my brain is working like this. I'm leaving.
My body is a hospital. Your ghost is getting high on the shit that makes you weak. The ground is so hard. I'm incapable, why the fuck am I incapable. It's a state of mind, I can fix this. I'm spiritual. I'm spirited. I'm gonna start running. The grass, I can make it to the grass, it will be so good when I get to the grass. Yes, my own island of grass. Oh my god I'm free, I'm crazy, I'm not a ghost anymore. I'm alone and I love being alone at the same time.
I'm a heavily influenced cat. A fox. My neighbors a little red hedgehog. Ha, I could eat him. My skin is so fox-like and my hair is wild and makes me wild inside.