For once, fucking say no.

Talk about your feelings.

Talk about your oh-so-sad, messy, hodge-podge of feelings.

For once, when someone asks you if you are doing okay,

Fucking say no and give them the real shit.


Orderly chaos prevailed. The lavish tunnels, and the not-so-lavish faces.

A consortium of sorts.

A strangle tingling sensation.

Multitudes of faces. And bodies.

I look around, I’m king.

I breathe, I stay my stay.

I feel, feel my feelings.

I think about something juicy. I think I know what I’m thinking about.

I’m thinking about a feeling.

A rather curious feeling. Something that thrives on curiosity, rather.

I feel like I know you.

I feel like I know you, inside-out.

Amidst all the chatter, I feel like I know you.