In my dreams you are orbiting the sun
sporadic as ever, how you always liked
No record scratch,
just relapse
Have I ever told you about the time my sister blacked out in the seventh grade?
and how that’s the closest I’ve come to death since
Even watching it, it never plays like it does in the movies
We write about grief like it has no place here
and I still write about you like how I imagined I would,
holy ghost infused fits of regret
It was never funny,
but no one says it is
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
In my dreams you are orbiting the sun
sporadic as ever, how you always liked
No record scratch,
just relapse
Have I ever told you about the time my sister blacked out in the seventh grade?
and how that’s the closest I’ve come to death since
Even watching it, it never plays like it does in the movies
We write about grief like it has no place here
and I still write about you like how I imagined I would,
holy ghost infused fits of regret
It was never funny,
but no one says it is