beyond the mill


My eyes ablaze at bright light facade and fear of missing out. Too many hotspots, too many horses with broken eyes, bulging ooze from not fear but solace. There’s a trademark, trading marks, scars, hope for long weekends. I cannot tell you what the moon looks like, only a rectangle of light and a waterfall by the push of a button.

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