In the night I see nothing but stars falling in the day I’d let you know my secrets but you’d cut my guts open and laugh so I sit still at the table and watch the bumblebees make their fuzz-buzz hide their small heads in leaf shelter... how ironic, I think to myself.
I thought I could cross this cracked expansion and I’m sick and tired of hiding all of me from you~
or so that song goes listening to AFI on a walk I keep crawling back to catch your shadow gangling at the window your black face and nose of pink all awkward and scrunched yet as I approached you rub against my leg and stretch in ecstasy dry wild grass or powdered snow shadowed forever in my memory
I thought I could cross this cracked expansion and I’m sick and tired of hiding all of me from you~
or so that song goes listening to AFI on a walk I keep crawling back to catch your shadow gangling at the window your black face and nose of pink all awkward and scrunched yet as I approached you rub against my leg and stretch in ecstasy dry wild grass or powdered snow shadowed forever in my memory
they're drowning out the haters with kazoos, the crazy ******* honestly i'll join them but my throat's too clogged anyways foolish rim of the country backwards and fragile religion hate seems to be the zeitgeist of our time where trysts and labors of spring are swept in dusk blues and pure greens another simple transitive jewel of the moment