drift: at times. something doesn’t sit right with me. like a Doors album...
at times.
something doesn’t sit right with me.
like a Doors album played through an iPod’s headphones. or like Bach played through a walkman.
the stale scent of kidnapped nostalgia taken with greed but driven by confusion. stasis.
the longing in your mother’s eyes.
the longing in her eyes…
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