one
tell me again
this time you speak of, what is it?
Six nights ago I dreamt of a time
where I wasn't
two
real.
But I thought.
tree
Thought in moment as thought,
though moments were thought
as thoughts.
sounds like a load of shit
for
Maybe...
but how can you tell me otherwise?
shut up
oh
thrive
Where are we?
do i not take care of you?
do i not show you love?
do i not beat you when you've been bad?
why now,
do you ask where we are?
ungrateful piece of shit, do you want to go back to the absence of light?
sticks