i don't mind the dark discovering the day, 'cause the night is a beautiful bright blue and grey.
please define: scope of reality
it's - it's - when you look up and there are diamonds in other shapes,
and they're pouring - POURING, from these cradles, and these crades just
seem to be bottomless. the only thing i can define about these cradles
might be their color (an absolutely blue hue), and past performance.
they've emptied before. the memory of this is only-slightly repressed,
and therefore, still tangible. so, essentially, i could skip the pour,
and no, oh i can't skip the pour, what was i thinking? when we're talking
about this state, this ungoverned state, you can't just go skipping
things. I have nothing to pour these oddlyshaped diamonds over. but then,
that's not really reality, that's just really lamentable. fuck itttttttt.
we could slip away, wouldn't that be better? me, with nothing to
say, and you, in your autumn sweater.
& it's a dangerous time for a heart on the wild.
it's - it's - when you look up and there are diamonds in other shapes,
and they're pouring - POURING, from these cradles, and these crades just
seem to be bottomless. the only thing i can define about these cradles
might be their color (an absolutely blue hue), and past performance.
they've emptied before. the memory of this is only-slightly repressed,
and therefore, still tangible. so, essentially, i could skip the pour,
and no, oh i can't skip the pour, what was i thinking? when we're talking
about this state, this ungoverned state, you can't just go skipping
things. I have nothing to pour these oddlyshaped diamonds over. but then,
that's not really reality, that's just really lamentable. fuck itttttttt.
we could slip away, wouldn't that be better? me, with nothing to
say, and you, in your autumn sweater.
& it's a dangerous time for a heart on the wild.