13 minute desolation

Around 13.46pm today.
There was a warm contagious lump underneath unguarded pale curves see through a fine freckle lying on thin veins forgotten hunger.
I wished you would be dissipated soon in burning sight unreasoned calm never been mine.
Who will remember this has seen it.
I ran into you there was a wooden bench I sat.
People I despised, people I loved, people I never met will welcome my return I insist.
It's time to go back that's nothing.
You want to go back no more holding his myth.
Live on what you think it was physical.
Have I become healthier to say I want to go back than want to die.
Hold on a minute.