and no-one knew, or no-one cared, but burning stars lit up their hair

[ohuniverse]

i'm not sick i'm not sick i just want you here, i want everyone here, i want to control the whether of lost circumstance (the wind was strong that day, these days, "OH WELL!") under under comes from the back of my throat shoulders undertone ride this undulation, ride me

immerse myself in hope and make everything happen that was ever wanted, die trying die running die reaching with my whole body face first toward the dark

hey man, i'm not sick