Better Off With Prentending, If The Real Thing Won't Come Close

if this is elasticity, my dreams are stretching in order to make room for, to make haste to, curl together the remnants of these scattered notions. flattened emotion that always turns up too close without proposing that we'd draw a map, before embarking on this trip. so fools always run quick to what pleases the senes, please sense that i'm senseless for your taste. but i'd rather not waste those innocent emotions, new notions of impeccable timing.