Silent, I

you, and i, somewhere between twenty four and thirty nine, but whose counting, try not to be so emblazoned because i'm on self imposed restriction and have fallen silent as i battle the two letter addiction. the obsession has already been lifted, a miracle for sure considering that i was just so damn gifted, well, that's what iphone says anyway. please don't feel slighted just because it's impossible for me to encourage you to say wow, how are you, and please post more like like like gimme more. i'm seriously not a glory whore, am i, if all i want is more more more. of course reason is at the core, all i wanted was to love without condition, but soon need became the greed of a childlike subconscious slum lord. seriously, don't try and guess, you can't possibly understand this mess even though we may wear the same cloth of recognition, with eyes blank staring waiting for affirmation, and thumbs searching constant for instant gratification, that's why i'm here and not over there, why i can't stay and say hi because i'd slammed the door so hard on everything that mattered all remained was her heart left shattered. six million pieces times one equals everything. so, say what you want flatter flatter, i know where i stand and i hope you'll accept that it's me and not you and that limited access is a necessity, just enough to get the words out of me, i do appreciate, i hope you understand, i am grateful and thankful, and hurtful, despite loves magic intention, at the end of the day, i am just another man who can't afford the attention -