Bah-do-doop. Forgot the sound an aim message makes til now.
Dark, sweet, nostalgic. And resists sentimentality. Growing up is hard.
I can still hear the primordial ooze. It’s like that feeling like there’s something you can’t see in the basement. Or the backyard. Watching you. You can’t tame the wild. Nor is it meant to be. Sometimes people go “poof.” Do you believe in magic? Why not you?
Something’s up with that rock.