#Day15 Losing....losing...losing...

Hey, my wandering son....

You are splendidly fucking my shit up. 

I crave you like craving to a cigarette.

I quest you from Socrates to Wilde.

I starve you a million.

I want to love and have you so tremendously.

We're beyond that though.

You are so magnetic;

People like to gravitate around you, for the shake that you are that divine and excessive.

Less, I cannot cane you.

You're inattentive and I feel so foolish for still wanting to have you.

It's nearly awful to be mindful of something so clear that we'll never get to share.

I don’t even care that you don’t care.

I don’t even care that you cannot speak.

I don’t even care if you don’t want settle in my mind.

I undeniably want you now.

 Hell, I probably want you even more because of it.

Getting a taste has exhaustively destroyed me.

 I'll just sit here waiting for you to realize this is exactly what it's split up to be.

*Ah, My plant has no enough water.