brianna 2

walden freeman

if each of our conversations have been more like karaoke: the words already predetermined and the beat so enjoyable that you've begun tapping your foot to it. eventually you realize that instead of the ground, you've been tapping your foot on my head the entire time and all my kind words were just me begging you for mercy. now the only thing left to determine is how my head got so big that you mistook it for the grounds of hallowed planet earth. was it swollen after a few initial intentional taps and you simply forgot, or was it always this big? and i guess is it flat because earth too is round but big enough to be considered flat, or did you in fact flatten my skull with the aforementioned intentional taps? in other news i've found the answer to every problem: find yourself a collection of bottles and with each one find your way to the bottom.