I think the trees are walking, their gnarled roots groaning like the oldest of bones, their branches puncturing the sky. Just outside minding my own business when a thick slime started falling from the sky in staggered increments. The sense of surreal normalcy is still hanging over me. At any moment I expect the walls to peel away and reveal a vast ocean of space. The illusion that illusion can be transcendent  .

i loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid.

There should be stats for great wars like ours.

I deserve to be loved and loved thoroughly.