Exhausted.
Excited.
Giggly.
Optimistic.
Nerdy.
Unfocused.
Riddled with adrenaline.
Overdosed on melatonin.
Self-critical.
Feline friendly.
Ironically independent.
Artistically automatic.
Seemingly sheltered.
Annoyingly alliteratic.
Most things make me happy.
You make me happy. We could be making the most beautiful art together. It's the purest type of love and togetherness I know. And it doesn't contain one trace of sexualness despite the fact we are both in the top 1% regarding such topics and frequency of desire. It makes us crazy. It makes us sane. It, despite the vagueness of "it," is what keeps us from teetering on the edge and thrusting forward closer to another edge. It's as if I had this cup over here and a girl over there.
Picking up the phone is just too painful sometimes. It's just a constant reminder that a friend isn't with me. Why would I want to be reminded of that?
So it goes.
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