bend me into a fucking circle
so no one has to look at any edges in me.
dont think anything of it. roll me down the hill where i cant get back up again
circles are, very fucking optimal for rolling

or any of my many limbs
none of them are doing anything but creating more problems

i dont even know if i love you anymore
i dont know what you were like when we met.
i assume we were both perfect and full of nothing but solutions.
full of even, beautiful shapes.

thats good. you're going to do that, im sure of it.

now please,
please fucking speak to me,
please say something to me.
please stop directing all of your words to the back of my head,
i am here and my body is solving none of your problems
neither are my words
or my thoughts

the best way is to spend it: being perfect forever
and never, ever stopping
become the flowing font of godhead,
never move. never move. ever. freeze.
the best way to spend your time is by being the solution to every problem ever conceived. be everything, be nothing, be a cloud.

i spaled wrong god damnit