in daydreams of nostalgic yellows swallowing the room, you find two polaroids, one overexposed and one blued.
you contemplate over the one to carry in your backpack forever but the cup falls from your desk. a hushed crack and a slight burn, you forget to awaken
heyyyy guys this withdrawal is making me want to kms, every day need to tell myself that it will get easier and better tomorrow till i no longer need a puff (ALSO AT A STAGE WHERE I KNOW A PUFF WILL MAKE ME WANT TO VOMIT ND NOT TAKING A PUFF WILL ALSO MAKE ME VOMIT )