this moment and morning i feel like islands.

by the xx.

it’s funny how everything comes together and then it comes apart.

i’m everything that makes you feel like you have to take part of me. take a part of me. take everything and be nothing and be anything you want to be. when you’re as blank as me then white and black or blue or green are the base of your coloring. it’s unavoidable and unintended.

we’re just apart of each other and moving in unison because we’re the cards that make…. the hand work.

everything everything everything everything everything

makes this line between us that i feel like the electric can’t get through and push and pull as it may it will never come underneath or above these lines… these lines that separate us are the man-made, self-made…. made in and made at. we’re just falling and drifting as we speak and the only things that make us happy is the addictions, the temptations, the loves.

the darkness. the eating out of palms and the dripping of you. sometimes it only makes sense when you want to make some positive sense out of it, then it’s all for the road and everything is nothing and back to square one where i met you and thought the world of us.