Creaesthetics

I wish we could talk about shit but this is it write is right because it makes so much more sense to have 26 symbols capture the range of human emotion and all the degrees therewith than two vocal cords who could say what need be said

I get high in the Deathstar

And I’ll die in the Deathstar

I scoff at the idea of predetermination.

Closer to nothing, if anything, happens for a reason.

But you...

You make me question everything 

As if the ordering of my reality has no foundation

Like it’s missing its cornerstone.

This haunting feeling you give me makes me believe

that we’re inextricably linked.

As though divinely guided hands weaved our existence

into the same fabric

Like we were together in a time before birth.

Or maybe it’s just the inevitable result of gravity and time...

And particles collide, and then they split, and then they’re flung

by some oppressive force

in opposite directions.

And we think it was special,

Some sirens scream,

and some sirens call,

but every siren signals

Faile

i failed to make us close so cold’s what I’ve become. cold begets ice,  and it’s that ice that has made me numb.

 the future says a sigh for me, and i’m so glad it’s gone. i knew you were inside of me, but how was so much damage done?

 it’s only 9 o’clock it’s not OK, every bottle’s done. i’m nodding out as a nod to death, i thought this was supposed to be fun?

 you said

there was a light in my eyes but that light died, and now its only sun

 we had some thing but that thing died and now,

Faile

Black Lips, Black Cat, DC