FInger pens and symblos made of noise (11/29/2023)

uoy htiw evol ni llaf ot ekil dluow i

if we whisper enough into this bubble

it may float and get us the hell out of here 

i wrapped all the best things about you in scraps of your old hoodie

i keep it in my bed

so when i go to sleep at nigth, my pillows are always cold

then in my dreams i hear the sound of your voice