unimagined
i guess i’m just not so ready for all of this so i surrender, waving white flags made out of the pieces of flesh i’ve cut away to share me with you and i don’t know what it is i should do: so you make peace. dividing up the land that is me with yr hidden agendas and false alliances while i was just waiting so peacefully (now i’m just) growing older and growing more and more fertile each day; i hope you’re happy. i hope your people prosper.