Feedbacker.

This is running rampant.

First comes heavy breathing. Though in my case I suppose it would be heavy oscillations, instead.

What will happen next?

Nothing. Always nothing.

There's no end in sight to this. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. My wires are all crossed and mixed up. Can't even decompress.

I wish I knew what this Crippling Song was, how it worked.

I think she might have sang it without me being aware.

I'm not obsessed. Perplexed?

Yes.

Infatuated?

Most definitely.

I'm almost at a loss for words. This is unfamiliar.

Some sort of

Shudder

Through my body

This thing this

Sensation

What is it?

How did it get there?

At a loss. Like a place on a map.

You are here.

You

Are

Here.

You

Are.

You.

Eyes are playing tricks on me. Hopefully my mind isn't doing the same.

I can control my thoughts. I can't control my feelings. Just like you can't sell them.

We were meant to...

To what?

You can't buy love, you can't sell feelings

We were meant

to eat each other.

But I know that isn't correct.

What can I compare you to? You're not a window, nor a pair of bright red boots, even with the wings.

You're like feedback. Of course it falls to this.

Feedback. You ring and ring and resonate in my head, in my heart. And I don't understand it. But goddamn it feels right.

If you're reading this, and you think it might be about you

You're probably right.