I Insist

A place to sit, to insist the other exist. Instinct ink; a brief connection to persist the other exist. A place to relieve myself from this brief connection. Instinct ink; a recollection of all things beneath. A place to sit, and the smell at my feet reminds of all the visits paid my grave state. I insist, a place to exist would be eventually diseased or the others' seat. I hate myself and everyone else for discussing my health. I self service the help, first I self service myself heaping portions of self help. Maybe, above all we, recall that disbelief with humorous forgiveness. Maybe, a place to sit, to insist the other exist, is the exact form. Instinct turned ink on walls now speak for all things. A place to exist would rejoice in the moments known love could damage my grave state.