what i would have said.
hi known stranger. i’m feeling so great. i’m writing today while i melt. i’ve never done that before, and i can feel puddles forming between the keys of my keyboard as i press down for no reason. but it’s great. i feel alive. how many people can say that in one day? counting them isn’t a suggested activity. but, isn’t it great?
skin trickling down skin while drowning in a sea of cloth and burdens that are best left, well i’d leave them beside your bed, but i have a feeling your floor is full to capacity and i wouldn’t want to be a burden. though i’d be a lake for you, as is slowly being proved by this heat-wave you’ve cause me.
i became delirious enough to deny what i am. a fan blowing hot air in an empty room. see, escape was necessary from plastic frivolousness and now i feel melting. that is great, an improved greatness.
i needed to want something, now i want to need a floor to collapse on. that is a grand improvement you have moved a mountain to the ocean.
