Starving

Oh dear, Rome is burning and the zombies on plant X are all losing their shit and getting high from the fumes of something that could never slip from your grasp because it can only ever belong to one and only cookie monster.

So. Hold on there’s a bit of turbulence. Let’s just sit over here, and shoot the breeze, whilst gazing out the window.

I know things have been challenging, please know that you need to rise up, and stay risen even when you want to fall down. It’s a natural high that fills me too, you don’t need to fill your temple with other toxic BS.

Don’t ever forget that you’re a King, stand tall and know that you’re swaddled in love, lust and all that other good stuff that swirls around in your brain when we deep dive together. I like it better that way, it’s when you seem to be a smidgen content. Just breathe, and know that it’s OK.

You're going to be OK. We’re going to be OK. Just keep building yourself up and stop tearing yourself apart with irrelevant things albeit not your own making, still irrelevant if you stay the course without taking any other detours, we’ll be OK.

You’re never not in my thoughts, and I wish things were different so you feel that surge flowing through your veins. However, the zombie apocalypse has taken us into an interlude whilst they debate and cast judgement over what’s good & bad, or evil.

They should all stop peeping into our tinted window, like the perverted voyeurs that they deny themselves to be. Beam me up, snotty. Now, is not the time that you self destruct, and neither will be tomorrow so keep your chin up.

I’m on my lunch break and left my snacks on the bench press. By the way, you’re the only snack that fills me, so keep bench pressing or doing whatever it is that you do when you’re doing you. Miss you and your snacks.