this is one of those things that makes sense at the time but will leave you questioning yourself in a couple of months.
the curious thoughts of a curious child.
this means nothing and all the same at once.
there’s a kind of dull sense of anguish in this room. whether it’s from the people running on green grass on the television screen or my mind working severe overtime without pay. the kid is shown a red card - not for his life, thankfully - telling him it’s over. there’s no point arguing, he’ll only lose. only parker lewis always wins.
i’m making this into me.
like most people, i’ll show myself if i want to.
for now i’m just another blank face amongst a grey cloud - just tell me apart by that hint of colour.
xo alibi.
