the back of the hilltown.
and the weather is supposed to be nice, bonus.
i’ll close the door before i let you in vs. i’ll let you in before i close the door:
inversion in theory isn’t so complicated.
depicted me as lady liberty, but i just miss your company. sitting here with the har hanging heavy over the horizon, the bramble mesh and the bushes creating a motley of green texture nestled amongst the trees.
and then i think of you.
sitting in the grass, sitting in the sun, doing nothing but enjoying your lap and combing your hair with my fingers.
ohai great gramps
destroy thy house.
destroy thy self.
but mother took good care of us with her warming glow: hallucinations of comfort, a better perception than reality. closer closer closer, blink: back to normal. brighter brighter brighter, blink: back to unreal. but mother was kind to us when she was perched up above, up on her pedestal watching us with care. making sure we smiled in her artificial light. making sure we felt warm in the impending dampness, in our lurking darkness.
oh mother, it is hard to find kindness like you: artificial.
detroy that house.
or you will destroy yourself.