my brain is experiencing an amazing amount of pressure,
similar to what the giant squids of Io would experience
after holding their breath for a really really really
really really really really long time and swimming
really really really really really really really deep.
virginia woolf would know how i feel.
some times i dream about virginia woolf and i,
we eat pancakes with gin,
we sit with out backs pressed against the
white of the lighthouse.
hoping our lives would align like our
spines and trying to define,
where the horizon is.
and when we realise
everything is gone from us
we will put on our coats
and fill our pockets full of stones.
heck yes
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