scrolling for minutes,
quick time begins, it's
like my brain slows, as i
think of shirts i wanna try
but i know as i go deeper i disappear
my own voice, it gets way too loud in here
shouting "kandi, rings, necklackes, hair dye,"
but the only thing i really want is something no-one can buy;
a new body, a new form & features,
but even more than that i want: baseball, running on the beach, climbing on bleachers
memories i've never had, and it's all fine, until it's not,
how tall am i? what's my vibe, how cool am i? i forgot
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clowngodkin
this is lovely ♡•○°○•☆
thank you. it hurt to write, in a cathartic way
by benny // whalefall; ; Report