It always happens.
The limbo moments,
Between everything.
Feels like I’m floating in the sky with so many spectrums.
Just like aurora.
You there.
Again.
Silent.
Again.
I don’t know why you keep coming.
All of the cells are in the middle of running.
Did I tell you about shelly and missy?
They slapped my face,
Back to back,
And it thingting my neck.
But I love it.
Feels like skydiving in Brasilia without parasut.
Swimming to my funeral.
Inviting the caterpillar.
