the boxes came today and went the morning waxes sweet with dew upon the petals of the flowers in the garden on the lawn their fragrance wafting through the open doors and windows
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…