I wish I could place the world & every broken dream into a bottle of booze. Watch it shatter into 1,000,000 pieces. Then we could wash away our blood & be reborn into those euphoric burnt dreams we love so much.

Forget your pool of money.

Forget your fancy car.

Forget your expensive shoes.

Fuck them; you are not to be made up & taken over by your possessions.

I would rather live without all of that. I turn up the music & scream when I'm alone; something different than how I might present myself out in the blister world. I take the dark drink down from an old glass goblet & sing the song that throbs in my head.

I like to lose where I am & travel to a different state. I lose myself hard. But it's all worth it because glowing dreamangelboy with the hair in his eyes & the sweat & stolen ambrosia in his palms is beautiful. He knows me & loves me.

No, don't steal the rain away from me. Run around in it with me because I love the wetness & the gray & how it messes up my hair. This is where the air is finally clear. This is where I stop suffocating. This is where the oxygen is rich. This is bliss.

This is where my eyes are bloodshot, but

I.can.breathe.