I watched her crawl to this dusty desertrefuged from a land full of false stars and deafening…
It ain’t 2009 no moreYeah, I know what’s behind that doorMac Miller (1992 –2018)
the days blend together like slow-melting caramel on tasteless tongues—your energy…
with weary eyes pressed closed, and mind cracked wide open,i find myself surrounded by my spirit’s…
From afar, all I can see is the miracle I’ve clashed metal for,waving in the air, just right above the crest…
on the eve of my birth— with stars speckling the ink-blotted sky— my mother planted a tree in…
the sweltering lonelinessof summertime— the softness of adolescentsadness—led…