closer
AM 2201. My mind is spinning in circles. I miss people. I appreciate people. My head is spinning again. I made it home very carefully. I don't know how I made it home. Beats fade in and out of my head. I long for times. I miss life. I can't wait to start. I am an enigma. I am free. I am weightless. I am me. I am fucked up beyond recognition. I can't just teach myself to be mature and responsible.
Poured myself something soft to try to sober up. It's sweet. I expect different flavors and sensations. Lone permeates my speakers. I am in love. I can feel and sense all things. I am here. I am one. I am me.
Joseph told me tonight that in a few hundred years, every mention of my name would be forgotten. So I should just do what I want. That's what I should strive for. But it could just be the receptors talking.
I'm sure I'm going to read this in the morning and forget what all the fuss was about. I'm not looking forward to the shift tomorrow. Or anything in particular. But I love you.