Curate, connect, and discover
Just as they always will.
Things have died.
Simply from being alive.
Things have made you smile.
Same as I wish I could.
Things have made me cry.
And if I were dry wood-
I'd burn and burn and burn...
But I am not who I should-
Be, I am someone who is
Melting, maybe?
Things are spilt into pieces
Myself am barely different-
Still talking to no-one
But myself.
I think that when I do that-
I half-become somebody else.
That half is my other self
She doesn't get lost transition-
She isn't even awake.
She's sleeping- no
Dreaming
With moldy melatonin
Not doing much to keep her awake.
Things have faded.
Like old photographs-
I've never seen any.
This is the digital age-
With no more pictures of somber faces
Being plastered to the page.
Things.
...
Things have looked up-
And seen the sun
But some
Things have gone down hill-
And landed in a rut
But both of 'em
Have left me
So that I'm somewhere in between
Maybe there was a ledge I stopped on!
Or a tree in a forest green-
Did they undergrowth stop me?
I think it must've hurt-
I mean-
I'm covered in scratches
But they're from a cat.
It doesn't matter.
I mean-its just that...
"Things have died"
From being a runt-
From being too young-
From eating her litter-
Man, crying is fun.
Five months(by estimation)
Three(months by knowledge)
And 15 years-
But by then
It's all the same-
They're all:
Dead
Dead
Dead
...
Things have been...
Inconclusive.
Some goodish pictures of a v handsome boi, whom I love💕
My dad and I have been listening to Slade and Quiet Riot with my 2 year old nephew.
Elijah(my nephew) just FELL ASLEEP while listening to "Bang Your Head(Metal Health)".
Eli, dude, how the fuck???
I made a friend but they hopped away