im cleaning my dusty spider filled garage to make room for my darkroom equipment.
looking to cop that style of two or three or more people ive known or read about
ive realized this journal is just some sort of fucked up social experiment on myself. I can report the loses to a blackhole and expect no blinking light. I spitfire but inwardly, and outwardly,i close my eyes i purse my lips and freeze my tongue for no waiting kiss.
on a weekly cycle of death
at the end of each loop
im more sickly, less free
until once more im head first into turmoil
a stronger pain the fee
ive realized this journal is just some sort of fucked up social experiment on myself. I can report the loses to a blackhole and expect no blinking light. I spitfire but inwardly, and outwardly,i close my eyes i purse my lips and freeze my tongue for no waiting kiss.
on a weekly cycle of death
at the end of each loop
im more sickly, less free
until once more im head first into turmoil
a stronger pain the fee