By: Lex

Your boy wasn’t named Riley Finn was he? Damn.

The freedom of being alone and the spice of risk to get it, relatable.
Katrina happened when I was 14. After the national guard left and we came back to our house part-time and downstairs knocked out all the dry wall it made things feel so small and I’d feel like trapped rabbit or compressed explosion I’d sneak out the house and just walk the night.
Things were so quiet and empty I felt that taking up room thing, a big-ness at being the most present thing in an empty hollow-haunted space and the numbing chill from the December air on my underdressed body felt good.
Somnus and Thanatos are brothers.