my personaaal blog, nothing interesting nor particularity out of the ordinary for an american sixteen year old. i have little concern for formal introductions, and it doesn't matter anyway.

enjoy the lyrical thrill of my sputnik sweetheart...

You let yourself lose control and wanting to feel more you can lie down like a skeleton, bones in view. lend some time to come in, my sputnik sweetheart sighs. I dont want to meet your friends, hold me do. learn to eat like nothings left, who is your influence, losing sense of self and place, asking who. if beds are known as place to rest my rest is built on fear. when did you stop to ask if i wanted to?

many cuts from pointy doors, a room can get so small. hardly pass and breathings gone. i keep seeing these decapitated crows heads lying around on the way home from my bus. hard encounters breaking bones if something is porcelain fragile your shirt surely breaks the fall. If someones (someones) fragile porcelain. look around, watch yourself, is it what you want, look around, watch yourself, is this really what you want, your friend invented friendship.shards cut, watch yourself, is this really happening, new friend, small rooms too shy to say hi to your imaginary friend. too loud, watch yourself, hope its happening, hope its happening inferno, watch yourself, no ones ever seen you as a friend.

Not that youd notice, not that Id want less. when you can bother and when I can too, lets visit one another and remember why we dont do.