being high is awesome

i'm pretending it's normal, me in the supermarket my friends outside breaking up, it's not — i love you hate me e.g., we sort of are here together

on video chat we look at but

me the park you your room the world in for an absolute fuck

our bickers archived in servers but not what was kept under

planet like gledes deciding

our names/numbers w/o thought at one point in a time of nothing there at all and i was and am seeming around w others lost in somewhat stationary placement

sooo desperate for to happen

something and for to feel like

for someone/anyone to be

and see for what i look like i am

fainting a spell and under sturgeon moon

where thru my backdoor window fallen

leaves flood the backyard, the water reflecting

mfw break up over text from other-side of room

imagining myself there as something else entirely and those, the neighboring fireworks lit your face new light albeit blackout, my inside’s, life, job also fucked i had nothing but also not the moment since that's also gone but i am here still and don’t, eating sunflower seeds, know what, currently thinking about crux, to do