-witching hour-

House is quiet, lover at work.
Almost the witching hour
we just traveled through time.
I walk down the hallway
in my sweatpants, comfy shirt
like I'm someone else.
Will my shadow still be plastered
against the wall if I close my eyes?
Incomprehensible drive
I feel a million miles from myself
Orbiting an unfamiliar sun
My name means nothing
in any language
What if I don't want to inherit anything?
The beer loses its taste after enough of it
And no food. Just empty popping bubbles
And the faint taste of a smile
When no one is home.
Why can't time mean anything
And when will I discover those flowers
That were growing from within
Waiting forever means nothing
If time doesn't
I want you to unsubscribe
To the idea that you have to be
Anything
I miss the old Kanye
I hope they don't say that about me
Please let me get better forever
We all worry about the score
But remember
It's only a game
This is me talking to me
This is you talking to you
I am not over your shoulder
We hold each other in our hands

📸 Kay Margarethe
Glass Lion Studios