and all these walls have tendencies.
they'll listen to every droplet that falls from your eyes,
and carefully count how many times they hit the ground you stand on.
they will absorb every conversation had, and take notice to how many times your voice cracks.
how often your tongue stumbled for words.
they'll hear everything you'll say,
as you search for the reasons to why you're here.
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
