I found you
Monthly Archives: Feb 2022
Where am I?
He cluthces at eveything, as if nothing’s permanent; as if the very fabric of the world is about to be snatched away from him
We like to choose
We teach the boys to drop fire on people. Yet we won’t let them write the word fuck on an airplane because its obsecene
Is it heavier than air?
I was
I am
It’s not important to anyone else. It’s important to me
A promise of something that sounds important
