Left Unsaid

Did it for myself and I still do cause I don't give a fuck about anybody else. I fall in love with day dreams, not people. Not girls whose fingers trace hourglasses in the air, who can't sleep without the television blaring on and on... it makes me feel so hateful. I dream about all the shit I'm doing when I'm awake just more tedious and repetitive in it's details. I wait for you to come around, in dreams, to vomit dirt and fabric from your desiccated mouth. I wait for you in dreams, to exist across time, to travel inside the dark dirt of our beggar souls. I saw the past through my presents eyes in a dream where you were dressed up in golden threaded splendor as my chest caved in from the pressure of so many fucking remember whens...

Digging with my bare hands until the fingernails split off of my fingertips from all the hard soil being packed beneath it. I'm digging for gold.

This is a fucking time machine