I like you

It’s good to have people you can live for and drink with. I like you. I like you too, and you reading this - I like you. I’m relaxed and sitting with a candle and I feel pretty good. How are you? - I’m fine, thanks. I’ve started saving up people again - ones who sustain the world with their beauty and way of seeing everything. People who keep our lights on. But enough about me. Life is precious, and I’d like to be problematic with you. When? I don’t know, why don’t we sleep on it and see what happens in the morning. We can start the day slowly and be drunk. When’s the last time you sat down in the shower?

It’s a good place to be.

You know - it’s just good to be somewhere, that something is happening (you always say.)

“I’m just looking for someone to love but it’s not that big of a deal”

I’m simple, I want simple, are you simple? - I like you, Ms. Who doesn’t need to explain anything - the type of you who can ride it out in quiet. I like you. I like you too.

It’s the sadness of the world when there’s nothing left to do. So wrapped up, totally un-fucked.

So Drink, fuck, and sleep.

When’s the last time you slept everything away?

It’s not a check-in - it’s just a nap.

Nothing matters anymore, and I’m finally relaxed.

I like you.

I used to snort heroin a lot, because I couldn’t form healthy relationships with people. Isn’t that funny?

I like you too.

I’m so tired of sarcasm, I only want beauty.