The Queen Is Dead

okay im feelin better but still sad

would you care for a little drop of sky to keep you company on your travels?

i want to run away and bury myself in a bog.

Just inhale peat moss.

Let watercress grow from my ribs.

no more society.

no more squabbles.

only frogs and phosphine.

:,)

every year around this time i am shocked that its dark at 5pm and i will continue to be…. its so fucking rude of the sun to leave early bitch YOUR SHIFT ISNT OVER

*probable sappiness warning*

It’s okay cuz im self aware heh. Anyways-

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i am

for the first time

truly truly happy.

Like finally breathing

or touching the sky.

I looked for it for so long.

And now he it is on my doorstep.

Sunshine

My Beautiful sky.

This is thanks to you,

and so this is for you,

I feel happy. I love you.

corona is spreading like butter on warm toast. stay inside. dont spread butter

dozing off inside a summer’s sunny world is heaven.

it makes me wonder why fall is my favourite season.

maybe it’s melancholy feels familiar

and the summer feels too good

Maybe i’m afraid of goodbyes

and in love with things i am afraid of?

if i were a better man i would say i am simply afraid of things becoming too good,

but a part of me knows

that autumn isn’t about the melancholy

it’s about healing from it.

been craving some vanilla extract recently

wow whoever said that is a really cool poetic person i am impressed

i think that in the world there are little birds.

These little birds are delicate and must be held gently so as not to damage their soft bones.

it is a good thing to be alive in a world with little birds. Little birds i could hold, and give a little kiss.