Like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it makes you sadder
make Orwell fiction again
I think my name is on your lips- probably complaining
They’re slipping away
Prescribed nonsense
inequality, neoliberalism, social breakdown, religious wars, climate doom and imperial sin
the emptiness of success
The phones taped anyway
I don’t want to be alone
The search for god is absurd
My life is a hashtag 