Piccolo overdrive.

You can’t get that empty. No, really you can’t. But every goddamn time I’m alone, I start to feel empty. My mind wonders off into the past. My body lingers in the same spot for hours and hours. I think that I can astro-project. Now how do you like ‘dem apples? How, do. You?

Exactly. And precisely; you just don’t.

I know, I know… I’m not a gas gauge on E, certainly not, but I am that piece of paper flying away. I am.

You know… sometimes this ‘loneliness’  leads to that wanting feeling. Ya’ know… the feeling where you feel that you’re wanted. That feeling where butterflies flutter in your stomach. And the quickened pace of your heart. I know you know. But I haven’t found anyone, anything, or anybody that makes me feel like that, well, not for a while that is. I’m starting to think that I’ve gone asexual, ’cause its kind of hard to go up to someone and say, “I like you.” And you can’t even force it either, ’cause either way you’ll look like a complete fool, a babbling fool. “I–i-i-i-i-” Before you even know it your capital I’s turn into lowercase i’s and than you start babbling on how you like what they’re in or what they did, but not how you like that. Oh, dear kind sir/ma’am. You don’t have to go into an explanation, I’m just saying we always wonder off topic too much and that builds to the fear that we created for ourselves.

Dear, its only the fear that we create thats feared.

So… why don’t we just erase it? Undo. Or is that too painful to do? To undo the fear that you created, is just like walking past that alley that you know you shouldn’t be near, but its the only path you know or remember.

Well, I guess its just a thought- nothing else.

Maybe one day I’ll finally be able to say, “hey kid, I like you,” maybe not in that form, but its a start right? Maybe I’m not a potential asexual now am I? Ha! And I thought I was going to be Piccolo or something.

I was just worryin’ for nuthin’.