your worth, to me, is so much more than what you do, pineapple

i know your story i ask, how are you

I had a dream where i joined a cult dubbed  The ecstatic poets society. Or was it emphatic?

I am in a forever state of duality.

you know my story gesticulating down the sidewalk

i knew of a boy every night he screamed words

There is a Friend, He speaks of umbers, seekers

that face in the mirror is much farther than it appears, ananas

Somebody accused me of stealing from the flower shop the other day