we were the soil before the jungles existed, we were the wind before it carved the rocks, we were the chemicals patiently floating & waiting to exist as a machine without purpose.
cursed with the breath of life and gifted with the cold embrace of death
We drew white lines from our faces and drifted through the blackness of space hopelessly alone, following the light from dead ancient stars.
forget all your past experiences, become everything and nothing.
Still waiting to be born
you will find us dancing with molly
Straight chilling in a black hole.