You will become sickly like the rest Your world, in a divine yet baneful state of decay But don’t fret, Every stage is a step, in the echoing chaos of life photo / Dario Scommegna writing / Sarah Fontaine
I was gonna sow your seeds you keep talking about winter about nuclear sun all i see is green turning brown photo / greg pths
honey, laying on the other side I’m a soft mouth, you’re hungry photo / Maya Beano
It is delicious to be anonymous on a foreign city street.
let us never be rescued from this mess.
you will wait and I will never come
with a gaze to melt
I do not know how to hold all the beauty and sorrow of my life.
I am a tree and some fruits are good and some are bad.
Actually, I’m living in a hotel.