knowing me, it was probably love
that great dark blue sex hope that keeps coming true
that cartoon black castle with a single bird flying over it
photo / Sumyko
writing / HERA LINDSAY BIRD
Sometimes I feel time move me on.
I feel weightless and small, but everywhere.
I feel free?
I could have been here.
photo / Susanne Klostermann
but I remember them
photo / Rasputin Alexander K.
A whole lot of what ifs
What if the stars are cracks in the floor of heaven,
writing / Kendall Hill
I’m indifferent, you lost me
standing on the dark corners and waiting for light to turn red.