it’s a memory now. surely, there is much that follows near a neurotic feeling when a moment could be a perceptive memory…
my life is no longer a reference for it has become the ink. however, my life is no longer mine when the static frees my lungs. i am no longer in…
one of these days, the sky’s gonna break and everything will be at stake, and then i’ll know that none of this was a mistake. the…