it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight
-s's.
/I want.../(porcelain clash)/
inhale the secret
exhale the feeling
Recalling
something quite euphoric,
and I am living for it
-s’s.
Butterflies flutter
Flowers frolic, silken threads
Hold me as I sleep
🍄 day 5 of gratitude haiku
-s’s.
She is a glowing beauty, pink glass petals crack and refract aspects of different potentialities, an endless intermingling of what if realities reflected in a shimmering crystal flower in a jar in a fairytale that I tell myself.
-2023
-s’s.
drink, “hello,” and on I wink to the mirror; golden bench, wasted glamor of a reflection, fuzzy distortion, sweet misfortune, lazy little vanity time to yourself.
No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench
-s's.
While the wind carries the harsh fumes
to my mind, a stubborn message
and stubborn pride, I have
nobody to talk to about
all of this
it's nothing more, a hit or miss
starve my eyes before they cry
year after year they were in a war
delicate dark and black, give me no time to look back
-s's.
and the stars are fitting, in the ice blue city Atmosphere of light and dust, I breathe through the magic of us
-s's.