So you walk in
But I was expecting no
Not expecting
I just knew it was coming
What a shock but not just like
Just like okay
It happens over and again and 繰り返し
Please stop messing with the Bluetooth I can hear you in my headphones
Can I find home in places other than
There’s no place like
And I shouldn’t have been surprised because I was sitting there and I heard a song and thought
Trench
So the next one was in the hold
As it’s said
And without so much more than a
Fuck you
And an
Ugh I knew it
And the knowledge that there’s no yellow brick road to follow back and run from that disaster
Could we just shake up some ancient history and throw out something actually worth being said for once
I know I can’t turn back down the path of blazing gold because the path is gone and it’s easier to run but not from whence you’ve come
Don’t have a word to sing it back
Can’t find the place to insert the colossal imbalance of the explosion waiting to never happen
The road cannot be taken twice upon having no end
Do you think he was in love with her?
How cute.
Spherical existences continuing their spherical dances around spheres continuing their spherical dances around other spheres
And so on and so forth
The sun is setting
Every day joke
So thanks for that.
Can’t fathom a reason for it but it’s how it is because
And can’t a shrug contain my disinterest simply because I cannot know
He’s fucking orange
Won’t even give me a moment to catch the moment I gazed into his skin and saw the world from my place.
How to without argument argumentatively insist that the moon is mine simply because I belong to her and the interaction plays both ways
What strange shapes we are
You never find home
I feel fucking bad
But I’m you so what can I say?
This last year sucks.
This year begins with games played by the same players at before with less surprise and more
2009
England
2019
I don’t think there are images to explain how little things change how much they change
If I could go back to England
I would go
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