to the guy floating in my front room telling me about the trees you used to plant.
look over my shoulder now and read these words, please.
you are FREAKING ME OUT! please quiet down. i've never heard someone as loud as you.
there is no sound that a human could sleep through, loud enough to drown out your cries.
my feelings of sorrow for you have thrust me into lillith mode and purple abounds.
now, just depressed. so please, could you cheer up?
though, I guess if you could you wouldn't be here, crying to me now.