and it's nothing specific, no exact form of expression, just the act of it. there's a crack in the void and i think it's plastered with humanity. the art of simply showing what roams "pink matter". my ears are bleeding from the drummer next door and i'm making it everyone's problem. electric blue . every film i've ever seen until my lips turn purple. i have letters inside my mattress and i read to ghosts. dear god, be skilled with a pen! and if not let's just watch the rain. but it's not just the basics it's everything you could do. all of your infatuations. everything you want to be in slow motion swells accompanied by violas. id listen to that too. because art is anything you love. anything you are. and it makes you the most famous of them all.
YOU ARE READING
Francis Forever
Poetry¥poems and writings by me for the oversharers, over thinkers, and hopeless romantics. 🎞oh write, honey, and i'll read for hours- cleo title from mitski song: Francis Forever
