outside on a 4 and the air is thick with humidity all these years trying to write these words in a way that makes sense so i have a legacy. a broken computer makes life clearer because of the lack of bullshit i have to endure. you are a black box far away and i’m sick of how pretty you are in a 3x5. i want life to stop for just a few moments, just enough time to count the scars on your face.
