I am somewhere lost in a hostile dream and the South End.
There are no more feathers on my skin and stars in my eyes.
It is the second week of a gothic autumn and winter is waiting its turn.
I am swinging on a golden sunset enjoying someone else's fun
When you are this pretty you don’t just delete your social media,
You delete your entire social life.
This is a great way to rest peacefully in Life.
My mind is the beautiful scenery I live in.
— The End —