let's keep this short and sweet
i'm feeling especially teenage and
just got home from an incredibly long week
but i want to say

this is for the people that get me.
subscribers, hey that's you.
who know every detail of my life,
when to shut the hell up,
and how to still love me.

my proverbial seatbelt
you keep me in place
the thing that keeps me grounded
and quite possibly
not thrown through a windshield,
or similar.

despite the fact my head is often
maybe,
never
on my shoulders.

those who have let me in
beyond their defensive guards
past any natural private boundary
without sentry
i thank you for that

forecasting each other's habits
smothering
comfortable

not predictable.

the sweetest years
are those i have had the pleasure
to share
with those i can only label
'my favourite people'
round table, no preference
yet above all, i respect you,
i feel you, more than myself sometimes
maybe always


concessions are given i believe
your tolerance is amazing
both quirks and insecurities
knowledge depth mockery sarcasm
it's how we like it.

sometimes i hate myself
and then you are just there.
all else becomes trivial

taken for granted perhaps
the constant stream of affection that i feed upon
crave it ?
never can
always have it

we are better than any sitcom, and any medical tv drama you could throw at us.
a logical conclusion is either we have mind connect, or my life is the truman show.
(they're watching me all the time! eep! i mean boob! i mean .. aiyah .. ==")
if i knew perfection.. dare i say it?
no, i cannot, because indeed,
it just keeps getting better.