The speaker feels anxious and keeps to themselves. They reflect on uncomfortable social obligations and embraces required by societal norms. Images of glaciers projected on walls and unprepared journeys symbolize the speaker's inner turmoil. When the floor is shattered and the speaker loses themselves in cigarette smoke, their absence is only noticed through a hazy passing. In the bathroom, the speaker finds temporary safety and simplicity, listening to a turbid voice crack along the mirror, while their body seethes outside of consciousness.
The speaker feels anxious and keeps to themselves. They reflect on uncomfortable social obligations and embraces required by societal norms. Images of glaciers projected on walls and unprepared journeys symbolize the speaker's inner turmoil. When the floor is shattered and the speaker loses themselves in cigarette smoke, their absence is only noticed through a hazy passing. In the bathroom, the speaker finds temporary safety and simplicity, listening to a turbid voice crack along the mirror, while their body seethes outside of consciousness.
The speaker feels anxious and keeps to themselves. They reflect on uncomfortable social obligations and embraces required by societal norms. Images of glaciers projected on walls and unprepared journeys symbolize the speaker's inner turmoil. When the floor is shattered and the speaker loses themselves in cigarette smoke, their absence is only noticed through a hazy passing. In the bathroom, the speaker finds temporary safety and simplicity, listening to a turbid voice crack along the mirror, while their body seethes outside of consciousness.
than a pleasantly painful goodbye, a spill of wine. The dirt under my fingernails that graze a jacket / an uncomfortable embrace, societal obligations stemming from the fact I have to hug sixteen strangers in yr doorway.
You, being the beacon of deceit,
you, the condensation on the table, you, the last sips of bourbon from the bottle.
Glaciers projected on the whitest of walls.
A journey, for which, I am not prepared.
When the floor is shattered, and my shoes hidden
in the depths of my scatter plot sentience, my absence is recorded by passing through haze. Im losing myself in the smoke of a thousand cigarettes.
Youre spitting in the toilet.
and Im listening to yr turbid voice as it cracks along the mirror.