sometimes, i'd much rather not be here at all.
sometimes, i want to writhe into an orbital, and surround the space in which you walk.
i'm invisible anyways, aren't i? you pay me no attention, yet all the attention in the world at the same time. how the fuck can that happen?
it can't, that's impossible, you're impossible, just as impossible as it is for me to dissipate and revolve around you.
sometimes, i'd much rather not be here at all.
but sometimes, i'd much rather be with you instead.
and i hate that. i hate that i want you.
