My mind is adrift on seventeen tabs
Windows into candy chalk, speakers blare to my sweetest synapses
I’ve been searching for the great limbic bypass for ages but
I’m starting to get the feeling that it’s all I have anymore.
Three more tabs open. Twenty is a good, clean number.
Y2K color schemes play against the soft keystones of my
Tender, dilated eyes.
This is very down to Earth and it’s what we’re all feeling right now. I like to hear the honesty because the recovering stages of jet lag suck.