choice

codes of non existence spoken in offices, of the premium luxury where common sense, is never a consideration, after a bit of champagne he jumped with no hesitation, the verbal presents, the failed exorcisms of inner demons, trailed by a sea of burgundy and a bunch of blondes, that want to seperate so badly like Catalonia mother i promised i would change but suicide isn’t a choice i looked into too many eyes of the weary and forgotten to simply say that a chain of events wasn’t responsible for all the bullshit and the constant pull of dying, so gracefully, drafts of unsent texts trying to express myself, this next