Kray

Fuck.

Grind me up into dust.

I need a massage, a mushroom trip, and an ocean to let my thoughts drip into.

random codes keying lost messages

still a doubter of the sense of it all.

burrow down further,
I am a seed, not a seeker.

If I wrote love on your hand,
would you remember the burn?

Wrote a song I’ll likely forget yesterday.

Cried a lot of tears and healed new places in my heart through the power of my art.

eat my heart.

Summoner.

Just wanna heal what’s not mine to heal.

I’d still write poetry onto your back while you sleep, bring you flowers for the ache on your week, sing you songs while you decorate our space.

I wanna be done with this.

into the years I age
to reveal my wooden heart
a cocoon of encased
emboldened by fire, desire

I desire what I deserve.

Runnin’ low.

old news,
I miss u.

burn it up in time
gave my patience
gave my mind

save it for the ending
but bones know
they’ll take the blame

can’t speak my soul
so I speak in metaphors
steady count the score
but I present it in coal

eyes watching close
aged by crows, no one knows
the ridges, the valleys,
the heartaches or regrowth

resonate from my palm
to where you stand
feel the heat
stare at the sun
revere the moment
& cap the fever

all rain, no sun.

Biiiiiig same

KENDRICK KENDRICK KENDRICK
SZA SZA SZA SZA SZA SZA SZA

THIS APP IS SO BORRRRING.

*internally screaming*

Puts a brick in the wall between me & you.

Giving up but it feels like starting new.

brick // by // brick

Neighborhood walks. #fujixpro3