electrifyyx

listen to the Future breathing down our backs, those hollow expectations running into our ears. we tilt our plugged heads, pretending to think while our allergic brains float so fatally close to our toxic blood. wandering from synapse to synapse, we hope to find what we were born to do for the rest of our lives- but there is a certain appeal to this double parked lifestyle we keep getting fined for because we refuse to acknowledge the new decade. we can say with absolute conviction that love is not enough; love will never be enough, so we wait for what comes after, as Tomorrow runs its bony fingers down our spine

i am sleeping for my thoughts and this night that breathes never shuts up. i can hear your voice through the walls, a crackling of telephone static without a destination. halfway around the world through lost transmissions, i wish for your particles so i can keep who you were and the way our memories track through electrical pathways mean nothing if they can't make the journey back home. i've remembered half the things i meant to forget and none of the things i meant to say. i can't make heads or tails of these thoughts of mine or yours, but we fall asleep anyway to our circadian rhythms because this is where love goes to di

i break myself a- part so i can conform to the world's expecta (-tions)

dear kite, i know all you want to do is fly free, wooden arms stretched wide into the wind, ride swelling air currents and never stop, but you know physics would never let you do that, don't you? it's not out of spite, you know, that i do this. if i didn't hold on to you, keep you tethered to reality, you'd be blown from the sky like a wounded bird, spiralling into oblivion, breaking your bones against trees, against roofs, against packed dirt, beating your fists in frustration until there is nothing left of you except your splintered skeleton and punctured skin. and maybe it's true the world keeps you on a leash, but it's for