when she is silent i hear the sounds of wonderland
come from inside her, a rabbit with the ticking clock of saturn, but hers spins into the future, what a strange
strange charade
she pours neon tea from a bucket
it’s filled with equations and ways to elevate and meet her on the Astral field
you are so fucking unreal. she is drunk with intellectual vision, her mind is a magic mushroom changing forms like electric skyline
i always have to remind her to come back home. the red queen wants to keep her as her own