bijou the fire never burned
but from the ashes that have always been
a forest has stretched its arms toward the sky
i feel the dirt in my teeth and in my skin
the warm grey rain rolls in and the colors are amplified
its funny that the same air that is the sky is the air that i breathe. maybe a different mixture.
amphetamines for my senses
can anyone else fucking feel this?
what's it to you?
who go