last night i wrote a bunch of stuff im not as sure about now, but ill keep it posted anyway.
sarah is in mexico by now.
i have a lot to think about.
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…