Joined July 2022
Alarm clock screaming I’m not ready for this shit Monday blues begin
When we were younger, Your power didn’t phase us— Now it wages wars.
The Walls Have Eyes
If walls could talk, I would be screaming. Cliché, I know. My awareness came out of the blue. One moment I just was, with no memory of what came before. Blackness? Nothing? I couldn’t begin to fathom how an entire consciousness materialized from nothing. I didn’t have a brain because I was a fucking wall, yet somehow I could think. I didn’t have eyes for the same reason, yet somehow I could see. It felt like a dream. Or at least what my thought bank told me dreams were supposed to be like.