it’s the funny sound that the fan makes when you’re right below it. a sweet pitched twitch that lets you hear maneuver. that quiet reminder you’re only a vibration with electric matter. you. are. electric, baby. and i want to give you my plug.
this is how i feel.. the year has ended.. perhaps it isn’t quite what you thought it would be.. it isn’t quite what you thought i would be. i felt it more in the last 24 hours, but i can tell you nothing… perhaps your hard knock life brings you to a catapult.. these 24Continue reading “24”
goodbye love memories scream soft against this void dreamless into frantic summer after you smear the past girl shot trust whines but the moons stars sun purr like music for her the sound sweet silent listen she became that rock over moments since.