i try to stay up really late so i’ll be tired enough to daydream about you in school
Every time i hear your name, my stomach folds itself into an airplane, and takes off upward through my throat where it then finds it’s way into my brain, and explodes on my frontal lobe overflowing my head with scorching lava and the shooting of pinched electric currents through my swift veins from the eccentric stimulation of anxiety (throughout everything i can’t control) but if i force this reminder to disappear the lava revamps itself ablaze, compulsive, and even compressed enough so that eventually my anxiety combusts into the place where nothing can fold, not even an airplane.
