To Infinity.

Blip. Bloop. Whirrrr.

The words are not coming out right.
I have so much to say, but I can’t figure out who to say it to.
Or if it’s even worth saying.

Must be time to open the window.
Flushed cheeks against light blue sheets.

I just can’t be around people all the time.
Sitting in my room listening to music and drawing/writing/making/crying/reading/planning
-this is something I’ll never grow out of.

no sé.
no sé. 
no sé. 
no sé.