diary 2

one never knows how another could haunt every aspect of life until they are nestled in the palm of another, a never-ending hunt for the satisfaction of another. yet though i fear the way i long for you, ill continue to drag down the screen and think of you with a hum against my palm. so touch the dopamine against your tongue again, let it slowly release its poison inside of you and combat the sickness within. for now ill dig my elbows into the stained carpet beneath me and hope for a message from you, because though it hurts I will always drag my feet to fall behind for you. open your eyes when ive been in combat for five hours and ill beam with the light of your letter. grow up.