The years don't last long.
The days are short but the weeks
take forever,
November feels like Thursday.
Once I am dead
all I want to do is rust,
everything is changing in such a familiar way.
My life was quiet
and
your hair is getting
long
again.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
The years don't last long.
The days are short but the weeks
take forever,
November feels like Thursday.
Once I am dead
all I want to do is rust,
everything is changing in such a familiar way.
My life was quiet
and
your hair is getting
long
again.