do you feel me tugging on our red string?
i wonder if you smell my perfume in public and turn around.
do you see me in other people?
Have you yet realized how mundane society is without my laughter? without my colors? without my truth? without my never ending spillage of words?
One authentic person can ruin the way you see the world. They break you out of the spell. Though i think you lean into the spell out of fear, out of comfortability. the world is already against us, why play into it?








