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there is something living in these lives
we were wearing socks and swimming across linoleum floors.
a little girl holding one green flower in her fist.
i climbed a tree with my arms and legs, while my body followed.
the fog pushes itself out from the sea to the rooftops.
dirty gloves and sap between your fingers, a scruffy grin.
talking to someone you don't know, knowing someone that you don't talk to.
i came back this weekend to a place that reaccepted me.
i want to hold everything that i have ever done in a large bundle in my arms, and splash my face in them and laugh. i want to destroy something irrelevant, like a car or a building. i want to hold hands with the worst people in the world, to kiss their foreheads with pink lips.
a machine of bones holding a suitcase and straightening a pant leg still has a spark of chaos in every atom of its husk. there is something living in these lives, catastrophic and cunning.
we were wearing socks and swimming across linoleum floors.
a little girl holding one green flower in her fist.
i climbed a tree with my arms and legs, while my body followed.
the fog pushes itself out from the sea to the rooftops.
dirty gloves and sap between your fingers, a scruffy grin.
talking to someone you don't know, knowing someone that you don't talk to.
i came back this weekend to a place that reaccepted me.
i want to hold everything that i have ever done in a large bundle in my arms, and splash my face in them and laugh. i want to destroy something irrelevant, like a car or a building. i want to hold hands with the worst people in the world, to kiss their foreheads with pink lips.
a machine of bones holding a suitcase and straightening a pant leg still has a spark of chaos in every atom of its husk. there is something living in these lives, catastrophic and cunning.