kart-wheels and summer kids. this is not me.

your mind is equivalent to butter. it's just there. i open my cupboard looking for something to fill my empty stomach. no bread. no flour. no vanilla extract. just the empty cupboard to fill the empty space. however, the butter, sitting on the bottom shelf, is continuously looked over. as if it doesn't exist.
and that, my homie, is why your mind is equivalent to butter.

farewell. kids.

sleep well.

sarah.