This is more then words on your screen. This isnt just angst. This is truth, god, a machine. A techno-glowing transmission of emotions. Flowing, traveling, mirroring. This is not a heart-felt apology to those I no longer love. This is not denial of everything. This is a medium of belief. A stop midway to disbelief. To bring you clarity is not the key. To develop your mind isnt the goal. This is a beast. A hatred brews inside this, but the product isnt that. Love is in the closet. Understanding behind the gate. And these perceptions although modest, can be soaked in piss. Not knowing what to say or what to think is normal. Skimming for stimulation is relating. I dont want this to hurt you. I want it to only help me. Without this I may die. Without this what am I? A piece of the puzzle? Just another loser? I cant stand with you anymore. My home has moved and although loving you we both know its useless. A waste of time like life sometimes...