my soul existance.
has become.
weed.
sex.           these things
  naps            make me feel okay.
and i love to be held.
to the point where the wieght crushes me.
I like to feel small. and it kind of reminds me of my father.
its a comfort. and deep sleep.
its what i have to live for.
the rest of my day is just filler.
events jumbled together to fill hours.
the things I crave come at night.