. On my way home on the bus the sound of birds were emerging from my body everybody was looking at me I looked out the windows It didn’t hurt .
. who will inherit the Earth? You or I? you didn’t have to hurt me all those ways maybe you did . photographs / unknown .
We were ultramarines in past life that neither of us knew how to handle.
dreaming of the next place she could be
turn away from those who go uncrowned
some things stay the same only by changing
I already know the storm, and I am as troubled as the sea
A febrile astral sadness seizes me, inflames my bones with a chill
I’m staring out the window , I need you
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star That tracks her night by night