(so much of my writing is sad in general, idk if this one is explicitly sad though)
"Body" by Jude Indelible< 3
I'm Laying down, on the living room floor
Collapsed onto crop circles, fibers condensed on carpet.
Made circling, cycling through thoughts that border cacodoxical
Is there more to this?
Can we count on extraterrestrials or theism
S...... reply
did turn into a guy
