SilverHalide

we anticipate rain. we fill holes with teabags and lift the world to our angle with our hands afterward to drink the puddles- that which is the suffix of our storms, the elements of our minds working in co operation or operations of conflict.you scream disciplinary like you are the one that you hate. i take my time take my time and no real motive for motivation; six in the morning living through vines and sunshine pillars heads back mouths swallowing entire skies laughing like killers, killed integrity, killed dishonesty, murdered the world back down to just... life. murder you've been caught, yeah, we've all been had.