much of a muchness.

i'm all caught up in the idea of being composed entirely of strings.

outside of our attention spans, there's an infinitesimal, curled-up world licking up our spines.

(closer to you than your clothes or your warmth or mine for that matter)

but you don't have to think about it, and we can carry on resonating as sweetly as ever.

staccato.

(i do not regret how)

i broke the dawn and blamed you for it.

(now, answer wisely, given the current circumstances;)

what are you going to do about it?

sync.

she's a little less afraid to open up, but she's nothing more than a case-closed hypothesis.

i'm going to go with her for a nice long walk down the urban precipice, and maybe my theta waves will be the perfect rhymes to silver and orange.

god forbid these pitch dark skies.

ultraviolets.

does this button brighten up the sun?

been pulling at stings and sympathy stains.
i'm made out of cotton and wishing for rain.

haven't been myself in quite a while, but i feel good knowing you've never even suffered the chance.


test drive my cadillac backseat limerence.