wait four. right.
wait four. right. when you lose everything. reduction naturally claims large parts of what life is supposed to be. you see. i ran before anyone could grip what i was trying to escape. and i was never. too fast. please, world. view me as broken. categorize. my defeat like every average disposal to shove in a dark space with a lid. and forget. swooning to a six foot step above what i could have been amongst perfection. to know how loss consumes,...