Honestly having nobody to converse with is sanity. Free from expectation and fake imitation. Unperplexed, so relaxed of no exertion. It’s comforting, maybe you don’t get, I get it. No vocals uttered, utter silence murmured. Can’t remember the time someone stuttered sputtering useless starters. No lies, sadness so less, you think tis madness? Lunacy nonexistent, different type of ecstasy. No planted seeds, no one next to me. That’s all I need. I’d break it down, lay it apart… fear that’ll tear me apart. Lied, I want a shared pie, believe this isn’t a cry. Perhaps weeps whimpered by limping imp isolated in paradise devised by concise lies. I orchestrate theatres televising a gladiator, that’s a persona, a kin Arizona. Slithering spitting spiteful spite elicited historic permitted malice.