DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I mean it's June, sooo......& Lucy is not technically a person.(& I never put full stops).
the consistency in the inconsistency is shredding me. 'Lucy' a shadow in the 'want' & the 'don't want' to be. the pillow drains of thoughts. bringing something I couldn't even think would be brought. & the feels won't conquer this anger of the streets. going back is like going straight forward to the old me in feet. all in the fear of the one & only timeless zone. for the same circulation of that never three scooped ice cream cone. kindness fails to be alone. & the soldier is tickled from the first bullet in bone. the hold on to the moon being diluted to a loop of endlessly. dilapidation of these walls_ not in sleep _in reality. so enough of odd numbers becoming even. since every vertebrae is crying & screaming. & so far it's draining as ****. to think of the infamous fate of every single buck. ---------------- .because it doesn't end.