we’re bound to wait all night
she’s bound to run amok
invested enough in it anyhow
to each his own
the garden needs sorting out
she curls her lips on the bow
and i don’t know if i’m dead or not
to anyone
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.