long lost echoes.

i reek of napalm and penicillin.
i am the king of the fifteenth century.
i travel where the locust tells me to.

tell me something,
watching.the.swarm (at) gmail (dot) com

"What seems to have defined me more is that I’m pretty horrible at relationships and haven’t been in many long-term ones. Leaving and moving on—returning to a familiar sense of self-reliance and autonomy—is what I know; that feeling is as comfortable and comforting as it might be for a different kind of person to stay."