What happened if I were straight?
Or encountered before? Unrequited.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM

unable to see me + only projections = let you in after 116,000 times

Figure 1: X

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Me, my chest frozen

What happened to the smell of winter?
Which land features would I be?

The ones from our pasts
The ones we pretend

I filled my feelings in books for (x number of) years.

To be Jacob? I try to.
I feel him be, watching his eyes, holding his desire in his inner thigh
Releasing information into the wind
He wants to reach great altitudes

A story is a conduit, pushed up into peaks of the personal
But if I tell it, I rest my thigh
My body (sometimes a cumulus cloud or a street) becomes deadness

Let me provide the following examples:

1. This fellow –> [insert your own picture here] is close in height
2. I don’t want to be so hard that I sink
3. The pressure of my own desire is undeniable
4. I tend to pull my own triggers

When I am or what I do is…
I will write myself into being!

I go numb every 2,300 jumps

Whereas, with loving energy
These risks are the presence of feelings tucked into pockets of clouds

Figure 2: Me, You, the Clouds

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X

OOOOOOOOO

xoxoxoxoxoxo

How high have you been?
What have you thought?

I want the form of my sex
It feels like it already is, very well, in how he moves, or how he lets go

Risk is in the form of vapor
Write it out loud with your finger on my back

I feel things the more he writes
He draws, “can
I say yes