Monday, August 26, 2019


i don't feel so good. i feel understated. it was dark when i got up from the bed of unsettled dreams. it was dark when i got to mister's. mister was lightsome. i thanked him but. i feel utter disgust, and futility. i feel futility and it's not good i don't feel good about the world. i feel dread like prey, like no matter what we do, it's gonna happen now. the ash will cover the sun and the sea will bury us. maybe soon there will be an acceptance phase. who knows, i feel futility, but maybe the environmentalists of color will rise.

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