Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Seventy-One
The sound of rain on the roof. Do I walk, or do I stay? I walk.
Maybe it’s time to put the Instagram away. Except for basketball. But everything else? Maybe it’s time for a break.
It’s going to happen. I’m going to find the right one.
Can’t stop the yawns. Blaming it on the weather.
One can only eat so many sour patch kids.
“Don’t let them suck your soul.”
Rosé and talk about life. And a melon.
Like a black hole sucking all the life out of the building.
I think I found the right one.
Aura building.