I was an addict and you loved me so exceptionally..
In seven years, I plan to open shop in Detroit, MI.
I am not such a distorted and chaotic figure of emotion now.
A great weight of responsibility and trivial lending to the superior image of what will be.
I feel that I am a corpse, with brief hinting that I am human.
All that I am is currently subdued.
This is alright, and what I want - the future I am working toward.
It is not with ease.
In the next few months, however - I believe I will be far more able to breathe and even - revive myself.
Sometimes I’d like to speak to strangers, and witness their persons, and speak to them “I am damn glad you exist as a human being. You made my being, not through knowing you in your entirety, but feeling I could access your entirety through a simple hello.”
I met an individual this afternoon whom I so badly wanted to converse with.
I saw their depth and I suppose they witnessed my kindness.
I hope you have a merry life, stranger.