wheeless frames under melting roofs of sugar.

a sign of remains

shards of the mirror you broke caused suicide.

i forget how far i live...

and you asked:
how much of our past do we have to reference
in order to validate our present and
not worry about the future.

when i return,
there shall be less.

damage in style

i am the ghostly version of your visions

i am the ghostly version of your visions

beyond