burn on my tongue
sepia sky like a fun frame put on by zeus's camera
our world is a hobby of the gods
its the rain that brings the grass to ressemble a praying mantis's tuxedo
he's a modern gentleman
the neon colors are a reminder that landscape is changing
the way i feel after recognizing a place i've been before after 10 minutes of being there
junk splayed haphazardly on this land is pretty in pictures
life reaffirmed day after day despite my inability to do anything
i bite my nails in agreement, i don't really matter at all
