<p>You are empty and I am full of ghosts and blood blisters and shards of stained glass. I miss you, you idiot. You're television wit the sound turned off. You're a half-melted child's ice cream cone. You void in a nice clean shirt. I miss you terribly. Because I have to miss somebody, right? Otherwise I'll float away like a balloon, like debris. The only real home is the one i make inside myself and it's always full of leaks and rats and the electricity constantly goes out.</p>
<p>You are empty and I am full of ghosts and blood blisters and shards of stained glass. I miss you, you idiot. You're television wit the sound turned off. You're a half-melted child's ice cream cone. You void in a nice clean shirt. I miss you terribly. Because I have to miss somebody, right? Otherwise I'll float away like a balloon, like debris. The only real home is the one i make inside myself and it's always full of leaks and rats and the electricity constantly goes out.</p>