all things are equal poetry stretching words over your feelings is a mask that don’t quite fit spent tuesday sleeping off wednsday’s dreams and here i am friends in bottles stasis pod on, cutting the sugar out of my diet hoping for the devil out of my head Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...