oh, you won't catch me around here
I am becoming too clingy again,
touching what I can't grab though my nails are digging digging digging until i am sure there is flesh beneath keratin lids whose gene tags do not read E. Soileau (Clearance, 80% Off!) and there must be moons on your skin to match the stars you drew on his.
if you put us all together we make the texas sky, as massive and surreal (as unreal) as ever anything could be.
if i were the moon i'd keep the darker side of me facing out, always, so that there was never any chance for someone to steal my stolen light,
but I am more like a red dwarf flickering at the edge of the galaxy waiting for the last breath of cosmic air and consequence to blow me out.
touching what I can't grab though my nails are digging digging digging until i am sure there is flesh beneath keratin lids whose gene tags do not read E. Soileau (Clearance, 80% Off!) and there must be moons on your skin to match the stars you drew on his.
if you put us all together we make the texas sky, as massive and surreal (as unreal) as ever anything could be.
if i were the moon i'd keep the darker side of me facing out, always, so that there was never any chance for someone to steal my stolen light,
but I am more like a red dwarf flickering at the edge of the galaxy waiting for the last breath of cosmic air and consequence to blow me out.