Homunculus Teeth
journal entry
You’ve been here before. It's vivid and bizarre I tell myself — maybe something is wrong with me. This is madness. Some alchemical dream running wild inside that can I never grip. I guess I created your roaming. Tired cityscape this weekend — imaginary pathways we talked about Bar Harbor Maine and you trying on some type of expensive clothing in a dressing room while the shop owner waited impatiently with me. A cave of pills the day after a blizzard. Lonely etchings of faces on streets below in San Francisco. A memory about an old friend. Sitting on some ballpark bleachers and not talking. I wonder how we stumbled through life in different selfish timelines. It's a mysterious night that won’t quit and it's a pile of villains behind me —
That last line really hits. So good~!
💜 >> I wonder how we stumbled through life in different selfish timelines.