I will confess my love before this bruise of a world and my hands will not shake because I am not afraid to feel I have felt the wind rush past my face and I have heard musicians playing while the lights scream I am not afraid to feel
Time is dark blue and star pricked bruised with purple light cascading with a roaring sound no one hears because it is not there and a million long forgotten cuckoo clocks that have since turned into a black and white movie playing on constant repeat.
A secret vale she lived in one they could not see the moon was a lady and she was the moon though she didn't want to be it hurt to live and never bleed
they get a sick type of satisfaction another ding another score another 3 word message that conveys nothing a notification some bit of horrible, tantalizing news out of some plastic strangers "mouth" and I do not understand
I write myself raw and use blood as ink my life becomes frantic paper and my body a hopeless vessel that I am burning through my words are whispers of honest hopeless shadows of a soul just as a bone is hopeless shadow of a limb