you say this that garbage and I love it those books sag, I forget and their pages slip from my fingers music becomes merely music and I - I risk bravery I dare weave you carefully into my words - my skin - with with an obvious softness, I want to break you down overturn, unwind you I want - *******.
I have no idea when I wrote this. I found this scribbled on a piece of paper in my old room.