When you need to know that feeling and you can’t find that place.
Almost there without knowing that you’ve been that close.
Not creating that feeling with others and not quite knowing how or why.
Asking why you must be in this position guiding you with nothing but the smell of sweet arrival.
Where is that comforting whipped supreme fluff that you knew once long ago?
Must this always be the current that you follow where all the life has died due to the slight chemical imbalance that plagues this water?
Not sure how to change this air that poisons all in its embrace. Because you can’t get the taste of that name out of your mouth and because it invades your nose’s receptors.
You want to spill blood because it pierces deep down underneath. You’re ready to throw it all out in order to experience a certain release from this hell you’ve created silently around yourself.
They said that this is all a culmination of where you’re thoughts have been and that you’ve got the power to possess what you’d like. But they lie just like they always have and you’ve gotta learn for yourself that this world is governed by those outside what your cute little mind can ever dream to condone.
Yes its sweet. Yes it is pure. Yes you can lick it. Yes you can rub it. Yes you can flow. Yes it can be frozen and defrosted just like you dreamt. Just tell him to use the microwave in case it doesn’t thaw immediately.
I won’t ever worry. I remember that he’s forever there on that cotton candied pillow that gleans with glitter kisses and is upheld with those balloons from my girlhood.
And of course he is. Because I love pink cotton candy!

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