I hung up a dreamcatcher before I fell asleep, asking it to catch me something worth dreaming. I tossed and turned, but finally fell asleep. When I had awoken, I saw you moving the dreamcatcher for me and I realized, the sweetest dream that I could catch was you all along.
my mother’s wanting to go out for some reason. “come on we’re venturing out!” i think it’s trying to get me out of the house and out of depression or some shit, i don’t know. and she’s trying to get me to go to some new year’s eve party tonight, but i really just want to stay home and stay in bed. welp.
for now, it’s out. have a peaceful time of day. xo
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff.”—Carl Sagan (via quotespeare)
Crisp cusps and tethers
only you know my name
otherwise it’s battery powers
by asphalt conjunction
created by this noose I can’t forget
I remain nameless
face full of fodder and gorges
shrouding my entrances and exits .
None of this matters.
I am nameless.
The world is worthless.
Stringed, winged, inconceivable.