I AM GOING COMPLETELY INSANE. even now, I can’t seem to rhyme “me” with “me” and all that’s left of “me” is a body full of chicken noodle soup and boiled brains Stay safe and stay sane. stay quiet and keep your head down low. dry toast and low fat butter. I want real butter and I want it now. I want to swim in my music. I want to swallow my scars and hide them in art. I want to feel free some day and, I want inspiration to keep the wanting at bay.