Aug 12, 2016
The Mad Hatter
I am totally numb, hung, strung by the strings of my heart that you pluck in discord we're a fraud we adored each other universe sunder clap thunder, I hate you.
Does the clock strike time to bid adieu? Or should I eschew these thoughts for ones made of bronze burnished to brilliance resilient in their existence, I love you.
I am a spiral– turning, churning, swirling down the rabbit hole a vial of "I don't know" in my veins on the rumbling dream train to nowhere.
Will we be okay? Who's to say.