Dear Mr. Turner
It's been sometime since last we spoke. (In fact, It's been a lifetime to be exact, but who's keeping track?) I filled my head with a million things to say to you if ever we met. I practiced them in front my bathroom mirror, to be sure I wouldn't stumble over my sentences. I carefully constructed a conversation in which you spoke and I responded with a whity retort or a hurtful remark. I've never seen your face, or heard your voice, and I can't imagine what you may think of me, or if you think of me at all. Often times I found myself lying in bed, asking myself questions that only you could answer. I'd have a drink, or seven and be asleep by eleven. Only to wake on cue, at two, to thoughts of you, and a headache. I used to anxiously await the day that you would knock on my door, simply so I could open it and reduce you to nothing. I waited for 20 years. But, Alas the day never came.
Sometimes I feel high like I've never been down.
Sometimes I feel lost like I'll never be found.
Some days run long like they're never gonna end.
Some days I feel alone like I never ...
I'm in an empty white space. There is no time. No shadows. There's a black ocean below me. I can't f-ing swim. The only thing suspending me above the black ocean, are 3,214 lines of dental floss ti...
This one is called After Midnight, because I took while going for a walk After Midnight. Plus I've been Reading Gotham After Midnight lately. Tell what you think.
I love you, but I hate your belief.
I appreciate your thoughts only if you think like me.
I am an ambassador for the most high.
Jesus was a radical and so shall I be.