All our memories have become washed out
dichromatic, white and black
where are our shades of grey?
Mere months ago they were here,
but nostalgia has brought a new perspective.
New scenarios bring new jolts
can't change the smiles on our faces,
just where we see them.
Sometimes I want our dungeon days back.
Let's flip the pages on the calendar together
add another year into the tally
forget the future, i want to stay in these moments.
I can't keep the connection when you're not saying things.
Come in, come in?
tell.rock.and.roll.i'm.alone.again.
-Making an effort, please wait 4 - 6 months for quality report
Red poppy, white shirt
looks like blood flowing onto their chest
but I suppose that's the symbolism
Room feels like it's sinking
downward tilt to the left
watching us all disappear into the earth
nothing can get us here.
Crowded into corners
legs every which way,
this is our closeness
I want to be the smiles.
Dance to the drumbeat,
connect through the bassline...
hey.moon.don't.forget.to.fall.down.
- everything has a description today
