I wish I could break. Crack open. Spoil. Run down the bed, into streets, out of my shoes. Ruin the day. Spend forever breaking. Iced and matted bliss. I’d indulge. I’d let myself drip, fuse, melt. Cascade into the arms of gray. I’ll own and ruin. I’ll be here. I shouldn’t be.
∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
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