they say you have to burn to shine
there's one of every type of cloud in the sky
the truth is like a stray angel
he thought it was a bird tattooed on his chest
but it was a woman's face with hair spread out like wings
this allegedly dead world sleeps unrestingly
do I prefer akathisia
or sleep paralysis
every day just sort of cracks
all these songs without words
walk to 218 Younglove for lower blood pressure
excavating the past in my phone photos
love made and unmade
the feeling of motion in my limbs
it will make me overshoot my efforts
I’ve dropped the cake before I pick it up
the gravity and grace of it all
