And so the adaptation begins,
The shift in status where ever it may stems from
starts to take place. This times my hearts been broken
And so right now the fucking blaring
brightness outside my window, is giving
pains to my eyes. This time my body doesnt have the energy
to move from these four walls.
And so the adaptation begins,
The shift in status where ever it may stems from
starts to take place. Open my eyes, But all I see
is systematic routine, assimilation and lifelessness
And so right now, meaning weeks I am haunted
by the memory of us, so smooth and
translucent. And This time it brush against the inside of my
lids gifting me a nocturnal vision of us with our
Closed eye, Lips Ice Time Open Rain Instinctual Sensuality
But now all I see is brightness outside my widow
that burns my eyes.