Monday
Sunday
the
house is quiet and my thoughts are this weird combination of also being
so quiet but loud at the same time, just a quiet loud weird internal
swarm of letters falling off of words that are hovering in there wanting
to be something actual, sentences that tell me what i think, but they
aren’t together at all, they move towards one another and then they
break apart again and drip all down inside me i can feel it and kind of
hear it like a light buzzing.
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