
take me home

” You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her? “
link
I don’t care what nobody says, no
I’m going to be her lover.
Always mad and usually drunk
But I love her like no other.

(found diaries pt. 3)
Oedipus
Moon hands touch like earth,
breathe like mars, iron oxide breath.
You swim four layers under,
touch three spheres closer
crying to the oracle at Delphi.
Forsight of blood red, crimson planet.
Confessing truth through liquored lips,
and this is no vision for sight
and this is beyond.
Crater palms from colliding celestial nothings,
used to pick up materialistic treasures with
irrelevant beauty
to gauge out the light,
while the rest keeps rotating.