Im not interested in what you think youre doing about the situation.

i cant hear. i cant see.

new perspective

like eggs. sitting at different weights, hatching different ideas. Their smell, their textures. Like small characters, giving the holder their own opinion on what beauty could be if it wanted to.

garbage

thinking about it all over again. two latex hands who understand more about bread fertility than I do.
when lying on my pillow they look lonely. i think its because they are old.