I'm angry at myself. I don't know what to do. I wanna be with her, but I don't wanna be near her. it's a extremely detailed feeling of hyper realistic truth. I'm alone but not lonely. I want to be volumetric. i need to be chiaroscuro. I'm flying at bioluminescent speed. gravitational bend-swirl-horrorific mental. pointy juxtaposition ill in my heart is levitate my thoughts into floating in mid-air steampunk wars. Did I mention how hard it is to prompt to you? geez. cya soon, sensoric cinematic vibing mode. wait. Lemme swear (*&*&%^&^%%$$
