I think better when I’m dead.
Not physically dead, I mean.
Traffic signals decompose.
Streetlights melt.
The mind is a fragile thing.
Listen to the ear when it cries out for more.
- Created: September 05, 2022
- Collections: Digital
I think better when I’m dead.
Not physically dead, I mean.
Traffic signals decompose.
Streetlights melt.
The mind is a fragile thing.
Listen to the ear when it cries out for more.