weirdo writes things

 

 

The Initiator I am the Initiator; I will the seed to blossom: These sparks I start I want so badly, and yet I am exhausted, full and popped. I hammer of Glue, but wish to be the nail And remolding my head fails, for I am the Initiator. I work, I Work; I create and yield strength, but at the cost of my own. I am exhausted, full and popped. I try to call for help, but it is a whisper’ I am a cartoon, a real lie; I am the initiator. I am a bee: born with a job, a job I am not born for, But one I am built for. and yet I am exhausted, full and popped. I see you, Lurking here; Your eyes are mine to hold. I whisper to you, an act iv Thankyou. I am something I am not. I am the Initiator; I am exhausted, full and popped.