february

my sugar

breathe through this little death

i am a ticking bomb

write it down

i used to sleep

so new

i did not take a path

life will slip by you

these lips are loose

i asked midjourney

don't let them see

only vent when you really need to

don’t got no fucking space

it's rude

there be dragons here

i am my father's fuck ups

i wanna free you

some of us do good with calendars

i am afraid we've lost the game

the wind sings

i fall in love a hundred times a day

i learned how to be an asshole

only write ( pt 1 )

and what if ( pt 2 )

tap tap tap

irish up your coffee

eternal september comes for us all

those suitcases you carry