existentialism, that is my aesthetic. stale ceiling lights that flicker and hum in the back of a dollar store flowers pressed in books and long forgotten about nice outfits bought for nice occasions that sit in the closet collecting dust because life got in the way tv shows left on the "continue watching" list for years at a time playlists and daylists created once, listened to once, and left in the music library to rot shoe laces frayed at the edges, getting trimmed back every few months knots tied in inconvenient places, forever causing hardships, but not enough to untie boxes piled on top of one another, filled with memories but no longer accessible the stale air of life settles ...
existentialism, that is my aesthetic.
stale ceiling lights that flicker and hum in the back of a dollar store
flowers pressed in books and long forgotten about
nice outfits bought for nice occasions that sit in the closet collecting dust because life got in the way
tv shows left on the "continue watching" list for years at a time
playlists and daylists created once, listened to once, and left in the music library to rot
shoe laces frayed at the edges, getting trimmed back every few months
knots tied in inconvenient places, forever causing hardships, but not enough to untie
boxes piled on top of one another, filled with memories but no longer accessible
the stale air of life settles ...