8hz

i’m in a sitcom

i’m swimming in the harbour

my limbs lose function

staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

laugh and weigh that up

against what’s in the mirror

all our faults are one

unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

twitching a twitcher

the birds subscribe to the feed

nature’s ‘like’ button

i can time-travel

…i guess its ‘hibernating’

it really works though

my lab up in flames

attacked by a giant wasp

mondays! am i right?

a confrontation

standing up or staying out

weighing up the cost

“will you be the moss?”

i’ll be whatever you want

to stay here like this

“will you be the moss?”

i’ll be whatever you want

to stay here like this

nice to meet you by the way