HOW I’M BUILT

when i let the shadows take , over , . i’m reminded of the four , leaves on the clovers i , grow , . , suffocate the sun , with , snow , is the rain , worse , either way i’m reveling in sitting here alone , . , maybe i can ,

when no one’s around

what do you do when no one’s around? this is not the usual scolding to always act like grandma’s watching. the motivation behind this exploration sleeps more with the mystery behind a fallen tree. whether or not it made a sound is a surface-level focus with a meteoric pit hidden beneath. the true, mind-bogglingly difficulty