old light. there's
mold on your
information.
your me
is flipped through
photo album. i am
somewhere between
the solar spasms,
deleted and spatial,
****** off. holding
no grudge, i
just can't care
that hard anymore. all
i want is
soaring silent synths
and eyes, mine, closed,
holding vacuums on the lids.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
old light. there's
mold on your
information.
your me
is flipped through
photo album. i am
somewhere between
the solar spasms,
deleted and spatial,
****** off. holding
no grudge, i
just can't care
that hard anymore. all
i want is
soaring silent synths
and eyes, mine, closed,
holding vacuums on the lids.
