“People who know what they want.. scare me”
Violence as misery’s mask. Blackness covering the bodies of youth; cloaks of calamity on round pegs pushed in square holes where they weren’t meant to fit. Darlings in a larva state, enfolded in malaise like caterpillars in the dirt yanked from the bliss of youth and buried in the mire of reality. Reclaim my dreams for me. Swing for the fences. Bloom in the soil they said we never could. We aren’t supposed to just dry up. If he can do it, so can you. And you. And you, too. Though there is chaos inside, there is peace in the garden.
“People who know what they want.. scare me”
Violence as misery’s mask. Blackness covering the bodies of youth; cloaks of calamity on round pegs pushed in square holes where they weren’t meant to fit. Darlings in a larva state, enfolded in malaise like caterpillars in the dirt yanked from the bliss of youth and buried in the mire of reality. Reclaim my dreams for me. Swing for the fences. Bloom in the soil they said we never could. We aren’t supposed to just dry up. If he can do it, so can you. And you. And you, too. Though there is chaos inside, there is peace in the garden.