the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.
I knew it would be you
one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid
I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.
Iโve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I canโt quite make out what it is. It takes time.