What elucidates this word, "stalker"?
Can one regurgitate little moments in repition, daily, and not be a Hawker?
Can I crave his touch without feeling as though I am beseting him?
Can one walk away somberly, quietly lamenting him?
Tell me now! I might go mad in my analytics, wondering how I'm coming off.
Is that, in itself what is perpetuating my worry?
Will my worries give birth to a word not yet tagged to me?
Breath, Samantha, Breath. He already said that you weren't sufficating.
What has he done to me? Made me sane by evoking my insanity.
What a beautiful way of Drowning.
