Drinking too much bitter tea, made from unapproved red veins. The world slightly askew with hands full of iron. Canceling life for an evening. Just to catch a sliver of sleep that wouldn't have been caught, anyway. Pyromancy on the high seas. A pressure headache from badly-aged dialogue. Blackout rooms consistently filling with scattered eiderdown. Wrenching a body into wakefulness with First World Problems. Publishing a familiar title to the shelves of a personal library. And whether lidless or sealed, there's joy to be found behind the irises.
5:03 p.m. - 2023-07-12
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