I vomit all these things I create
there is no "process"
you want explinations?
go look at the stars...
feel the pain in your heart
let that be a start.
theres never enough universes to chart
never enough bars for starts
anxiety riddled so I dont leave the house
but for walks...I'am a nebula...fuck more like a quasar
you can see me in the distance
but Im so much farther then I appear
luminous and dark
complex looks at the absence...and the abyss we compartmentalize