I need a sense of familiarity One that could anchor my body to the ground 'cause things have been strange lately And lately the faces and places register as strangers in my brain
Only the voices retained their familiarity, convinced me that they are the only one to trust 'cause anyone that can hold me easily Can let go just as fast
Craving attention from the sunshine- How divine it is To not be dicked down. Frowned upon- now that I'm Of age. Depraved; In the dustiest of ways. Parting ways with Hazed days Laced with lust. Trading them in For sanity- The only thing I can trust. Rusting away Waiting for someone to Touch me.
Stars are big *** mentos, and the space between the stars is coke. Sometimes the coke manages to touch the stars, causing a chemical reaction, leading to a supernova.
Coke, Mentos, Science, Weird, Strange, Stars, Creation, Theory
Found a lady the other day, Older than time itself. Outlive the dinosaurs, With wrinkles that touched the ground. They were large enough for a child to swing in, For me to use as a hammock. She says to me “do you love me?” And I say yes, but only if I can sleep in your skin folds. She has ended homelessness, By just existing. People have found comfort in an old lady’s skin.