crawling around. worlds opened up and swallowed us whole. prosthetic vines hanging from cracks in the ceiling. brown, rusty water. seeing through walls. a halo of flies. bright lights, green grass. as you broke the surface of the voice, clouds rested on remembered skylines.
... and we climed hills all night.
crawling around. worlds opened up and swallowed us whole. prosthetic vines hanging from cracks in the ceiling. brown, rusty water. seeing through walls. a halo of flies. bright lights, green grass. as you broke the surface of the voice, clouds rested on remembered skylines.