a timelapse of me running some laps in the grass

your pain is making me

paint achingly

stains on the wall above my bed

when you angrily

ashed in front of me

now I put ashed on my head

salt on the side of my bed

to keep out the walkers

all them around me are dead

so i just drown in my pillow

and pretend that it is your lap

and in the morning again

i run aimlessly across the land

lap after lap after lap