I've grown less fond
of grubby dreaming,
have had enough of hope.
I distrust bright colors
and new mirrors.
I need layers of dust
to recognize
my lived-in eyes.
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 1:10 PM UTC
I've grown less fond
of grubby dreaming,
have had enough of hope.
I distrust bright colors
and new mirrors.
I need layers of dust
to recognize
my lived-in eyes.