Old Movies and Drizzles of Popcorn
˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ Run to the Forest ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Umbilical cord stretches across miles,across oceans,across ant hills,and hives,on their walls, eyes.on their walls, ears.Fishing thoughts swimming in their breath,desires, defects, are pooled, and manufactured.They monopolized all corners,they are in the skies,in the water,in our heads,buzzing white noise,white light,imprinted their names on our…












