Eight. 9. Try 10. Maybe eleven. No. 12:30 pm? I guess. The bed below me vanishes.
Life, ha. Oh, life. I didn’t know you had it in you. To create company so poor. So contradicting. Soul devouring;
limbs for dessert?
To let me drown in the company of another. To invert my innards, remove my senses, and spin me around.
Ready, set, go.
Down I go.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
Eight. 9. Try 10. Maybe eleven. No. 12:30 pm? I guess. The bed below me vanishes.
Life, ha. Oh, life. I didn’t know you had it in you. To create company so poor. So contradicting. Soul devouring;
limbs for dessert?
To let me drown in the company of another. To invert my innards, remove my senses, and spin me around.
Ready, set, go.
Down I go.
Life isn't always happy