"When ego is lost, limit is lost. You become infinite, kind, beautiful"

so much ego. books are lost. tea was lost. curly was lost. beaming was lost. alone time was lost. individuality was lost. one on one was lost. decisions were lost.

little things shine out throughout the day like pinpricks, and I just need to collect them all to see their light its just so hard to keep them from spilling

stay grounded stay groundedstay groundedstay groundedstay groundedstay grounded stay with me

party, two days straight

its called wasted for a reason

life starts last second ago..and the next

my twinnies, and sisters, and everything family-iar

getfuckedup getfuckedup getfuckedup getfuckedup getfuckedup getfuckedup getfuckedup getfuckedup

i cant get no satisfaction

Falling out of touch with all my friends

are somewhere getting wasted,

i am an octopus with too many arms

i need and need and need

and i either need you, consistent hand holder

or enough different hand holders to turn to at any moment

i dont wanna be that person for myself, holding all these hands

i dont wanna be tied up in myself

but right now ive got all these empty arms, all these loose ends

hope theyre staying glued together,

I have arms for them.

its a distinct lack of emptiness, its just way way way too much