everyone around you is greiving

Month: August, 2018

everybody singing but me

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we were promised jetpacks

damn. the energy in this is intense. it makes me feel things that I don’t want to feel. like, maybe there’s still some dark fog I left in the back of that drawer I’ve been cleaning out for decades. I’m picturing a hallway. my hand forever reaching, deeper and deeper, it stretches, there’s stuff everywhere, not just pen caps and rubber bands or folded notes and scratched out poems, there’s pictures on the wall, there’s memories everywhere, I can see them in the distance, at first, just colors, then oozing colors, like picture frames barfing, dancing, singing, searching with my desperate digits, combing, spider man crawling slow and fuck man, this album is amazing, and fuck, man, where are you tyler? please come home.