i dream about a forest where the ground doesn’t quite hold and pinecones whisper. it’s not broken here, but the reading of it slips. the moon hangs wrong and the stars keep splitting. daytime never quite comes here. sometimes i don’t notice, sometimes i do, then i forget what i felt like i always do.…

i would like to reincarnate without being aware of it, i envy those in a state of oblivion, i struggle to comprehend hell, and heaven terrifies me. the idea of heaven brought me comfort up until i was around 7. then the concept of infinite life, even the most pleasurable of lives alongside the Holy…