start in the middle and go in swirls
overwhelming digital memories
RAM is such a beautiful collection of sounds.
I've been light on time but heavy on wealth.
gray skies stop being poetic after a week
but I let the yearning quiet
presence presents itself
dear god, do i need to move more
i don't like social or media
i like books and drawing and painting and listening to music
and i cant find any good new music
my earbuds prick
roses don't make sounds
but i bet they sound like chainsaws
gemini souls unite like sailor scouts
i want those green boots
i find it so precious to be called monsters daily
my mouth only wants edamame
my eyes; the growth of green
the cream of coffee
the soft ears
the windchimes i never buy
my songs are silent
and why is dirt a derogatory term?