play attention

-not an autobiography-
and when i'm hanging over the edge of my balcony,
will you hold on to me
or will you join me?
what would you do?
and if i was walking alone on the road of muted streetlamps,
will your fingers be meshed with mine
or will you piggyback me?
what would you do?
what COULD you do?
all you need to do is pray for me.
i never wanted you to tell me what i can be
and i never ever want to be an old retiree.
just pray very hard for me,
pray that all that is festering and writhing within will not fester and writhe without.
just pray for me,
will you?

mayday.august 16.the end of a long long wait!

it is all possible yet,inplausible