Break the past alive with positive thoughts trapped in a maze of stale laundry. You can’t bake your mind free. Drown in your sugary sorrow and eat the impulsive results.
nothing hurts better than that dry friction piercing deep into my most frigid parts warming me up then melting me down into a formless mass of something yet it's the only time i feel nothing and nothing hurts better
Rising full moon spreads her cryptic commands on the tree branch a wise owl sits intently listening from her window a girl in wonder discreetly observes , seeks its unknown meaning , a pregnant pause in the choral music
