∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
I rose. I watched him sleep
He rose. I sang grand risings.
He went to the bathroom. I sang so proud. He danced so proudly and stomped
I cleaned. He made a mess
We brushed our teeth
He drank water. I toke a shower. He came along to keep me company. We talked
I reminded myself that I didn’t own him and he remembered that he owned me…
We talked the whole time
After the storm
He cries
Having no honor in his display
So she lays around lighting sage like it’s a cigarette
He sweats now not understanding
He likes to talk
She likes to walk
She pretends she doesn’t feel his stutters
And he denies she knows where he comes from
Not knowing himself from the outside
He is
A natural disaster
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