I remember building towers
wide enough for me.
And the walls like the archives
I've made down here before,
for whence the darkness breach.
I'm a ghost that roams and
there's a ways I believe,
"always".
This is happiness, this is flow
this is how normal people would walk, and I
should too
like them, it's continuous...
if all that is and was...
Alcohol's... a what? I don't
remember, but it seemed
genius at the time...