Transparent dreams, unhinged at the seams. What other people did, were left silent in screams; reminiscent in dreams. Maybe one day, I’ll be there too. When my mind split open, an apple-torn in two. Death defies the line between ever growing patience and calmly closed eyes. Oh what demise awaits thee. Softly they crow, but bark up a tree. Try moving their roots, give em a heave. #fuckit north tea power
