Everybody’s every single opinion.
Things unwanted categorically unfollowed.
Beautiful, silver feminists; big points missed.
Slow-cooked love, raw food, free music.
We were born today;
give us life in a nutshell;
heartbreak, freedom, sex, love and intoxication-
give it all in a nutshell.
Easy, compact, fast, summed-up before the dust rush.
What we want is not to feel,
but to have a great story to tell a stranger at a bar
in exchange for a fuck where we wake up a superstar.
are the smoke of times burnt.
what if we’re moving in a cross,
and now we’re loving right on the dot?
What if darling, we are only a matter of lines?
Forgive me, I’ve made us things of time;
ticking, expending, dying apart;
clocking out of sync.
You know what I fear really fear the most?
knowing we both have more crossroads