any love for an emo shawty?

i’m good at taking things apart— engines, arguments, the meaning in that one song. i can trace a fracture line with two fingers and tell you where i pressed too hard. part of me wonders if I heal from it, then did it ever really happen?

my natural habitat is an empty forest service road, far from cell service and the fluorescent buzz of indoor lighting. i spend a lot of time behind the wheel of my truck, finding places to look up at the night sky, bargain with the stars and beg the universe to come apart at its seams. i can be funny and a little aloof, but underneath i’m a good dog.

i'm good at noticing the small things; the way the air feels right before it storms, the feel of a motor slightly out of time, the way you lay out the contents of your pockets on the dresser, or your preference in coffee.

i like screaming along to modern baseball songs at red lights. ill always insist you have the last slice of pizza. im the friend everyone calls when they're in need, but i dont think ill ever really get my own shit together. idk. if you wanna argue about why toyotas are the superior choice in vehicle choice or why kimchi pickles are the best snack ever, send me a dm.