When oh when. i have never tasted that, not once but i know it exists. I can't erupt fantasies anymore but some times it manages to occur, once per day when i go peep on my dad. I like what you are on there on the other platform, it helps you peer into the state of the world better but i doubt you can hold that identity. Once soon, you will begin to break and reveal who you are. For now i hold on the special feeling of knowing, for how long it lasts. You know i so want to talk to you but you wont know just how ill this Terry is. When i get on there to spark a convo with you, i can't push anymore. I only manage to spark it. Imagine my discord of 5k people abandoned, only intense health issues can break me down like that. Everything of me you see out there, me and showing small teeth, is me rubble with my hand out still wanting to give a hand out. When i start to say i am ill, i am like finished. I just say this here so you can understand. Also, can you grant me something? A live convo? One that completes everything and manages to impact others, give them some more freedom. Inspire me, let's do it.