nandemonaiya aaaaaaa

is it Zutto

(if not hand me the rec plsplspls)

oh except gay month weekends i guess c:

cheers 🍻🍻 to good stuff from this year !!

it's a bday smooch~

it's real at 28.

to me, but not to another. as i have been not

it's a craving, and a scolding
a dream of wafting
of wanting

of a bridge
of falling
into
so

then i wasn't.

it was a year of uncomfortability

and i stood in a world of spoken, not meant, understanding

it was a lack, but one had to help

and one had to not
b e

it's real at 20, twenty and maybe a half

it's real at the words of another. and another

it's a glass.

it's a piece,

maybe it was me

it's real at 20.

but not mine, surely not mine.

mine was words, emotions, an immaturity.

a lack but one i can help, certainly, without fail.

an inconsideration
hidden by a liar

i stand on the bridge for the ride

and it would waft south even when the weather was clear

but unnoticed

unless when the rain poured

the surface breached an inch deeper, the ripple, another

and i grab unto the banister, or the fence, and go to rest