your outerspace is green, i'm sure by the time morning comes it's gone, too.
your visions fade. their salty beaches moonlit, looking grey, what a waste of fuel my red-headed babe. fishermen lost somewhere inside that picture that turned out darker than you expected. it doesn't feel like a song anymore. i hear their rush, get their dirty sand in my eyes as i walk and i believe to be sitting. the ocean refuses to reflect and the bodies move around it. look up. sorry if i made your eyes hurt. this is nothing but me trying to say hello. mock it, embrace it, turn your back on it, as you please. your world is lost and so is mine, but we're spinning along with the land.

the vault of heaven bleeds. it's gonna be a sunny week, travellers.