Updated: Apr 4
if they were to take my DNA
my existence in a bunch
of coils wrapped around
the burning scenes that
left memories of scenes
and sounds that exist
outside of time and space
those moments that made
whatever I am, who I am
to have it all unrolled
through from the beginning
of the universe until the end
in every single sequence
they’d find
that there’s
just as much
as much of you
as there is of me
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
