this_is_something_very_different raze we've met before by blowing in. we shed, unmoored, the places that shaped us. there's a sense of wonder, or that you'll never quite know what you're watching. by the time i'm a thematic whisper, i've completely forgotten or forgiven the lightning that was lunch. you taste like sandals and soft skin. my heart is happy to go away with you and never come back again once your insects mentor mine. i know you paved this place with good intentions. i'll have to repave it with_love. 260226 what's it to you? who go blather from