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It rained yesterday. Today I saw the puddles. Not so much the puddles as what was in them. The opposite of our world. The underworld. The lig..

a warm hand toucching a cheek, blistering heat. wrists clash like wildfires fingers entwining gasping for air but none's there. tangled like s..

I'll be there when you go under the needle I'll your japanese longhorn beetle I'll be your invasive species I'll hold your broken pieces I'll look..

hair awkward place hair eyelashes in my eyes ouch lying on my bed staring at the ceiling stretching yawning sunday morning

ramblings

my journal entry one day . . .

this is about a school dance . . .

a dystopian world

A place where they don't even need to make excuses because nobody cares. A place where steel hallways go off into forever and doors are always clos..