I'm sorry.
we connect in water.
all over.
and.
I bleed through lights.
and their respective switches.
we believe hard.
I came into this.
in reverse.
deserving flowers and music.
without stems or choirs.
let's move in might.
because.
fear is real.
and.
the world can smell it.
I can't wait to kill.
the columns.
that hold up the house.
this is where it hides.
love.