“bottomless rum”
i’m a witch who can talk to cats taking a look from above, nose turned up high there’s nothing ever good to trust moving in a rocking motion, there’s no good feeling in this emotion.
wish you could look me in eye and see the thousand paths i’ve crossed but you can’t not even all my crossroads and bridges marked in the meat of a thigh
simple as one, two, and three end this with a “i’m free” but I’m not i can’t be saved, not even you and never me for it’s all the same
just different paths and different aim
















