it’s become more of a habit interval time from interacting with humans irony overlaps boredom and passion kiss away sadness. verbally vie away the synapses blood stained flesh from a rose thorn on a flower. cry self preservation to keep presence remote listen in on private conversations. fly on the wall i, carry disdain like i tattooed pride on my arm in light of today, might as well just be dark people fill rooms with nice decoration my empty spaces are filled in with looming distractions. better me, than you. interaction pencil me in for the 2 o clock in the noon i’ll probably be late for that, too. terrariums. rattlesnake vein photosynthetic approach poached eggs for breakfast right on my porch tap the…