i had a dream that we got the leftover pieces of metal track from a rollercoaster at Kennywood and constructed a rollercoaster inside of 709 that wrapped through the entire place. the track was purple and the cars were green and we had night time riding where all the lights were out and bands were playing. maybe if we had a rollercoaster inside then more people would use the venue?

The girl across the way watches me, unabashedly.
She embodies the closest thing to female grace I believe I have ever assumed upon.
I find myself becoming angry.
Her stillness is so pure I can almost feel her hair brushing my face before bed.
I wish I could look her in the eyes. I won't. I never will.

Drought, Matt Miller, The Sleepy Trees, Cursed Knife, Sunflower Spectacle | Rust Belt Rising

Drought, Matt Miller, The Sleepy Trees, Cursed Knife, Sunflower Spectacle | Rust Belt Rising

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I miss the way
The night goes

mindless conversations
(the important, mindless conversations)
the rise,
the firecracker hour,
then the fall.

How everyone spreads like seeds
Clinging desperately
In those last moments
Skeletal,
Fragmented

We used to walk
Arm in arm
On those nights
Back to my apartment
stumbling over the uneven pavement
the crooked sidewalks
and stubborn blacktop

We never clung to the wreckage
(never needed to)
like the others
Because we had each other