Chaos
Nov 4 · 1 min read
2 cigarettes and a cup of anxiety will keep me safe. Music and let the sunshine in. Just enough chaos to feel like I’m somebody. Somebody who makes art and means it. I like to imagine the fly on the wall is amused by my lonely antics. The hopping from one activity to the next. Mismatched pajamas and hair unkempt.
Makes you long for someone to be alone with. Let’s build a hive and create poetry with our movements. I’ll show you how to cry in bed and…


