always catch warnings the first time they come around,
who knows if you're fortunate enough to be warned twice?
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
heard 'em say
always catch warnings the first time they come around,
who knows if you're fortunate enough to be warned twice?
