A Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
Do you ever just feel like your floating and you're about to fall. Nothing nice just a phat splat from 100 story building. It's as if nothing matters. It's inevitable it's going to hurt. That kind of pain always does.
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