the birds here never move, they stay in the same place flapping their wings.
you’ve been eating an apple for six hours, you’re never going to finish it, please don’t finish it. they don’t want you to. your heart hurts.
each time you ask about your surroundings you disappear, you don’t exist, forget about everyone else.Â
live on picked mushrooms that may or may not kill you, breathe out in the presence of a god who’s never helped you, learn to live with no one else.
you no longer long for everyone who’ve left you, keep it that way. they don’t want you back.Â
kiss an angel on the lips and let her stab you in the back, carve your name on the wooden floor while you bleed out. don’t let her forget your name.Â















