because of memory
I can’t tell
whetherI don’t trust youorI don’t trust myself around you
my gravestone
IT TAKES TIME TO COMPOSE SINCERITY
Money is an abstract [concept
It’s fun
to play a happy mustache with language
Is love just an addiction
to coexistence?
I can’t even turn
the pagethis inability willend any story
your corpse will endure
but you will not
words are oft tragic misrepresentations of
what is
fact
is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense