Trip to Broken Bridge

Buckling the belts of time, painting tomatoes and fingernails red.

We're in the dark and you have nothing to say.

Somewhere along the way, we were taught that being cold is cool.

I'm captured by thousands of people, my remnants scattered around the globe, good luck finding me.

Sometimes you just want to be consumed

All you need is the taste of certainty before you're appalled and dive back into the unknown.