I have lost my name left it there on the choppin block it’s comin back again takin notes on the overstock no reason or rhyme disproved in the next line
I am not the same, as I was a moment ago, but nothing’s really changed every piece of me resisting the flow a universe in flux i could give two fucks about it
it dont touch me it all feels the same, i’ll keep searching though it’s in vain. a burst of colors on a blank screen on the otherside coercion to dream of universals flickering with verbs forms are features, facets of words