understand. i’m just trying to understand myself i’ve been living in broken cantaloupe somewhere between nothingness and nectarine i’ve been smiling at the dust on the bookshelf are you listening
brush them off walk down the hall memories look like cobwebs as they fall
disappointed, disappoint me
i’ve been living in broken cantaloupe somewhere between nothingness and nectarine in a dark room where our colors develop are you listening
i’m just trying to understand death you say you love something but then it’s not there how could you love something at all
