Was it you, society?
So where is *your* anger hiding?
I really don’t want to say goodbye. But.
Who are your favorite mammals?
“You are here to understand yourself. Not to be understood.” True or no?
No, not that. You and your dirty mind. I like you already.
…which I guess would be really small? Not sure. Will think on it.
Something like: ‘You’re like a little dead plant.’ ‘Yeah, but there’s a second plant growing – with shoots.’
Go ahead. (were you singing the song? Admit it. No shame in that)
Can I lovingly yell at you for the rest of my life?