Written by
around :
6.9.22 10:27 pm
there :
45.49855422973633,
-73.55747985839844
Write back to him :

Death serves no purpose.
Your feet in the clouds
Orion's belt is resting on your ankles.
We lived once a thousand times in a second.
Apart, together. Kaleidoscopic.
And though the night is boundless
I guess we're both expected to finish.
Tuesday
,
September 6, 2022 10:27 PM