Can't Run Away

Hat of greens shows symmetry. In front of hat, alone, sits me. Fourth day, I don't want, in anyway, to be reliving. It won't be that bad again because this can't amount in comparison. "I should intimidate you as you should intimidate yourself!" Thirty minutes of make-up for all to see but you___are not what I want you to be. (Universal): there, at three a.m. on the first of a year, when it started, I'm not sure, in a jumper, with a bracelet on your right wrist that turns with a golden knob, opening amidst a "dense yellow light, fading to reveal an infinite sky," and "juxtaposed to the accelerating swell of the musical score, pushes its audience to realize just what is ahead, the characters' fear and the physical manifestation of their hopes and dreams coming closer and closer." Kiss me. My dad says things that make me laugh, he meows Tom Petty songs and that is why I stay, unlike running water, I can't run away, there are more here than merely bodies, things without fear of surrounding me, branches to catch me falling, perhaps someone who understands that when I say I'm sad I mean it, that there is no excuse "I need this". What I said about "hat of greens" has led me to see that my superimposition of a face upon a poster on its way, arriving any day, that will accompany me every night in a welcoming of rest, tacked on to the drywall surrounding me will probably return me to this "fading," the sky being a bedroom, "kiss me". "But I don't want to."