i know better, but i still can’t help it.
hi, i’d like to know you better
so tired i can’t sleep:
Parallel Synchronized Randomness
where something begins & where it ends is a murky subject of contemplation. like old bathwater, it irritates (rather than mitigates) the presence of old wounds. “it’s as if her synapses were married directly to her fingers. like this. in this way.”
i can hardly wait to move. i’m ready to start over. i miss my friends.
don't leave the light on, baby
i’ll see you sometime maybe… i’ve been tired.