locking myself in under the covers feels liberating, as the universe unfolds within, and the world feels desperate as it always does. scraping off the luxury leftovers off the keyboards of my mind institutions, my fingertips leave smudges on the glassy quick dry top coat lenses. closing my eyes into blindness to feel the edges of this golden cage, gold to display the glossy shimmer of millennial promises, as i puke out free flowing loss after loss into the wide open space. hidden away from the rain, i call out to the sun to shine brighter until the tired, tough flesh burns up in a beautiful, shining little explosion, and we can all hold hands as we watch in awe