i heard consciousness continues in the absence of perception but how you lost me again remains unconventional so your deep sleep will be my awakened  as we slowly die on the surface of thingssaints don't feast around monarch butterflies Bitter orange stars will boldly bolster the world is supposed to sometimes hurt pears to airy lemonsi can't forgive the ones who have wronged me maybe reject the unforgiving and after so many dream gambles it feels unknown, unfixable + unsettled after the rare domestication of our egoscontorting the coils of our splattered heart strings the morning of our suicide girlfriends  enraptured by orbic light floodings we can finally dream where we are now.