I want to want. Your ankle tight black jeans have always been normal, too normal for my fingertips. Tenderness is subjective and watching romance movies dissolves all of my fantasizes; They only intensify my unfeasible expectations. I lost myself, I know. I lost myself in my own self through measures of two second conformity and mental dispositions. But hey, I’m back ya’ all…or well I’m trying try.
Someone who doesn’t always run away would be ideal. We need chasers here because I’m a runner. Holding onto things seem intangible but I don’t like goodbyes.
