Solopsist, Asleep

The harsh, cold reality of glass against skin; the sound of endless whispers raking the air's throat; a single heartbeat, an unspoken blink of an eye; life, cursed again...

the way you walk,
you speak,
or turn corners,
you
forget how far nowhere is from here

-how long it is until
passage through those alps
to forget how far I’ve gotten
from the town
you turn into

sorry for being kind of quiet, lately. I can’t post words on here via mobile tumblr and don’t have internet at home and am avoiding the world kind of and yeah ok I hope you are all doing swell <3