my word
No parables. No parables. You don’t want to hear from me, and I have nothing to say. You see, I can still be what you want that way. I don’t think about it. I don’t write it down. I’ve never tried so hard for less. If I think hard enough, I won’t exist today. No new metaphors. There’s not a person on earth who can talk to me. I’m so above it all. I know I’m above it, because I’ve been falling for so long And still haven’t hit anything.