skunk stripes and hand grenades

tues. apr. 29 '25 

cherry blossoms dot these tailored white sheets. i'm moving so slow but still without hesitation. rainstorms and old houses have been filling my dreams lately. I don't want to wait much longer. 

oh bullet, i'm begging you to miss me. and stare at me with your gunpowder smile. 

things are so golden but they could blow up at any second. 

i can't keep anything in but i can't get anything out. the wrong words always sound right in my head but they come out all messed up. 

i'm sorry for the run-on sentences and the way i always run out on you. i can't help it. i'm starting to think it's the way i am. 

i got open wounds but my tourniquets are lit fuses. 

sometimes it's better to lose it than to tie it off.