Monthly Archives: April 2020
Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I’ve never seen
I’m living the wrong life
I am always outrunning my ghosts.
I cant not miss you
There is something wrong with me
You will forget me.
Though you think you won’t.
I’ll be nothing to you.
I will mean nothing to you.
One day I’ll not even be a memory to you
Michael Jackson just informed me that Santa clause is coming to town
Liers are so exciting
Am I on autopilot?
Do you wanna go and cop?
The secrets that lie buried in swirling patterns
My life is a hashtag 