FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN
Sometimes I backtrack. I try so hard not to, but hands contain their own minds at times. I look at old ramblings, but it appears I am conversing inward. Was I cast on the outside? Was I that lonely? Have my movements been moved? Have the roots been uprooted? Does the past never last? Or is fiction my new addiction?
I love the contrast. I hate my eviction.
FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN
I am sorry for what I have done, and for what I will never do.
- afm
1 comment:
I feel kind of privileged to finally be in an Alex Show episode.. even if it took 46 episodes before I made it.
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