The Car
It’s holy magic,
Poetry
A dream
thoughts are covered by old bed-sheets.
Whirl
the spins were moving
Madness
Going back to work.
i had a dream last night that Stone Cold Steve Austin was helping me rearrange furniture and i kept calling him Stone instead of his actual name but he was fine with it
and i’m so thankful he’s here with me
love letter to the moon or maybe my adderall prescription or maybe something else entirely
it’s so hard to care for something as a hobby.
why
A Visual Poem