#heavyslow

[seashaped]

have too much faith in the clandestine Nightmoments the moonlit soft ones that breach the stark daycodes, rebuke God’s rules I’m sick in bed with them asphyxiating in blankets, praying to sheets performing pillowcase rituals to the unclaimable Nightspace moony-eyed blind and bloated with intangible memory full of heavyslow lunar gravity under the scalding sun nesting in my own shedding skin distance kills slowly, fades like blue twilight gone in a half hour

[itsjohnegman]

morning all.

still a tree.

reeeaaaalllyy heavyslow. reaaally tough. blllllllllllllll