All your muffled voices keep me lost in my thoughts.

No, wait, that’s not right.

It’s all those muffled voices that keep me up at night. 

Are we back at Psyhigh again? Is it that time of year already? When the veil grows thin and we drift through campus

picking up new travelers

passengers

like @Little Velma Littles

and her little friends.


Sealed into our memory bubbles

we can’t move without the machines we make.

And we can't remember

much before.


But the fall is here

and the air is crisp

and we float above the mist

and trees

and nothing is more beautiful

than we.