I simultaneously have a fuckton of stuff to do, and am incredibly bored.
It is past three and I should definitely be asleep but nope
Also I’m horny
And I want a snack
these words spread out,
in letters left but not forgotten
on screens that light up lonely rooms
praying silently
that you will read a deeper meaning
confessions and obsessions
longing for recognition
but in the end
it’s more than that
it’s thirsting for
enigmatic connection
…