i wanna talk

a fever in the evening.
caught someone in the eye.
wasting forever exposure experience just to be clear at a second.
saturating all the new enhanced ideas that we're belonging.

sat.
pretending something's wrong when all that virtue is always right.
remembering the hence without climbing its own wall.
right is right. wrong is right. everything's has its own complexity. everything is wrong.

i came here to destroy that predicament.
i came here for the reasons of why i am here.
i came here for exiting to the way i came here.
i came here... by myself for myself..

just to be clear that the generous object we can look at each other is�"
as far as i can see, the remote control.
remarkably controlling with constant ego just standing there, waiting for someone to took it.
.."sit on the couch, i'll do something for you"




i don't wanna be a saint.


i just want to talk.