dig a bit in the history of this place, you’ll find a steady stream of fairly odd occurrences. i believe this whole area is the center of mystical energy, that things gravitate towards it that you might not find elsewhere | welcome to the hellmouth
please don’t ever try to get my attention by neglecting me because i will alienate myself from you at terminal velocity
Something about you makes the poetry pours out of me.
I write things that have been written whenever I look at the lines of you that I can’t read.
I’ve been writing everything in codes, because I don’t wanna be found but you’ve been pressing your fingers against every curve of my brain, every line of thought, braiding the loopholes I’ve placed there myself, your fingerprints already mapping every inch of me whenever I try to find you. Do we get it? I don’t get it.
Sometimes its just lightning, sometimes there’s a storm. Sometimes the silence fills the holes you’ve placed there yourself, sometimes I just wanna kiss away a pain that I don’t own or understand. Something about how lonesome and raw every piece of what I’ve been diving on for the past 60 days is filling my lungs, and I wanna dive deeper.
Don’t let me drown, I pray for no god. Don’t let me drown.