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: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...