swolengland

I would so like to forget every single buzzing thought, each responsibility that i have, to brush off chores and real life like speckles of dried paint on a vinyl sheet, to simply write and write, for no reason other than it appeases me, for nobodies eyes but my own, irrelevant and withdrawn from scrutiny. You asked me to do this, so let me do it, for it is starting to look like a chore, the glimmer has somehow faded from the horizon. Lower your arm, i'm still young right?
Just let me breathe.