emails: knhik

i’ve built a real autumn here
you still scratch at the bed for the edges of cards
every moment was nice
there is still something delicate underneath
there isn’t a house of how much water falls,
there isn’t a tub that will fill up
i want to do bigger things, or other
i want to recreate that feeling like you’re not old
and tell the top layers that no matter how much water falls,
and tell the paper,
and added lights
my favorite color has changed.