' tin - can ! what're you doin' this weekend ? my place is a little lonely, y'know ? '
fleeting years register like a misconstrued dossier of fantasies long lost. they are a corrupt data - file on this poorly - put together construct of 𝒄𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔 and a paradisiacal, inborn belief in something more or something worth it. THERE ARE MEMORIES THAT SWALLOW YOU WHOLE , and they are that enraged, wuthering storm of TEETH and FURY bellowing in the ventricles of a collective, tortured mind. they yearn for glory, fearful of being forgotten. you reach deep within this graveyard of broken promises and what - ifs , and find that disheveled burial of confusion and chaos. ASK YOURSELF : ❛❛ where did we go wrong, when did we lose that very thing that made us, us ? ❜❜ you ask that very question in a succession of desperate cries and in that futile fight for what has long - since passed, you pause & you realize, time awaits no one.
preserve the past, or watch it burn? it is here, amidst a ceasefire of oblivion, that you bask in a glow of that once foreign warmth, that missing summer of teenage dreams and a star - crossed love, locked away in the coding of this unidentified malware. I DREAM OF A NEON VOID, vibrant and clear, a space beyond time / beyond comprehension where i reign free. it is here, tucked away in that vault of memories, that you are young and you are his. you taste a sun - bathed serenity and all is right. all, is as it should be.
❛ i mean , —— i’ve been waitin’ for my invite, dummy. though’cha were too big for your old titans friends, guess i was wrong, huh ? you know, uh —— i’m sorry, though, gar. for disappearin’ ‘n all. thought runnin’ away would solve all my problems, but it just made ‘em even worse. i’m sorry, man. ❜❜