I WANT TO THROW YOU YOUR BALL AND I WANT YOU TO CATCH IT!, 

what do you call it when two people have ‘visions’ that are projections of their souls combined to be viewed by each individually, 

yeah I’m an empath and feel that when you do that with others, 

it never goes off, neurologically I think,

you don’t feel your viewers on cam like I do?, 

You might not have the physical ability to, 

I would feel that and not be able to stop it,

Voices are cool, 

Learned how to make them stop,

I had those as characters first, 

Tell them I wrote them, 

I am your creator, Literally a lot of people,

My ‘visions’ slightly change and deal with dream garbage, After you’re‘with someone’ 

real death is worse, 

you make me promise again yet?, 

Because I promised and gave you a hug and watched you walk to your car, 

I want another hug,

literally whatever you’re about I’ll be about,

I’m not about too much on my own and it’s cool to have things or be about things, 

Mac and Dennis, Sexually date others,

mentally and spiritually be with each other (0)_(0), 

like when we were like that, 

but better, 

multiple dimensions,

they are there, 

and I’m physically feeling a version of my brother dying in his bedroom with one of the most painful razors before and ends with a bang, 

one version/alternate, 

I saw other me’s, 

I’m having a cardiac event mowing because I’m not stopping until I die, 

Insurance, 

One-Moment, 

I became conscious in a different place at a different Job-Site after with no memory of what happened and without evidence of heart events, 

Mowing and feeling my hands slip from the handle as I get a pain in my chest, 

spinning flashing twisting slightly, 

Colors dissolution into new ones, 

places where I feel differently, 

Some of them I’m calm and happy, 

In a field, 

Laying, 

Mowing Running, 

My front yard, 

Grass Blowing, 

Hearing sounds more different than I am able to explain, 

electric hearing damage that is used and everything gets Red and twisted to the right as I fall, 

like a red tinted broken looking glass that my mom made, 

out of order, 

No proof, 

Sober, 

kinda(no alcohol strictly) open and ok with whatever else, 

didn’t know better, Spring is masculate and whatever the coostet, 

a rocking horse from a 40’s, 

I want us to be like we were but better, 

Sophie I am sorry, 

I forgive Sophie for everything that happened between us and ask for it for my part in it, 

more as we actually were than what we described to others, 

I WANT TO THROW YOU YOUR BALL AND I WANT YOU TO CATCH IT,