when the beat drops... the snare gets drowned in the sound;

[onegravefortwo]

i feel dramatic.
almost cardboard liek a cut out&&someone is trying to fill me,
donating organs&&air.

trying desperately to bring me to life.

thoughts are stuttering into me.
concrete slowly taking the form of saliva.
it's hard to breathe. is this the first time?}}

i feel so unfocused...&&yet something keeps me from sleep.
but i'm trying to stay centered.
there's no one around when i lose my balance anymore.

concentrating on you takes me in so many different directions.
things settled are always unsettling.

////pure is impure
impure is pure////

do you speak me-anese?
has anyone ever?