(transatlantic foe is on the way)
i feel like i've got more to say
but comfort simply satiates
leaving me empty (but also full)
i am succumbing to the pull
of this mellow detached adrenaline
i think i'm dreaming of beaches again...


fragmented mind
expanding like the universe itself
my sense of logic has slipped
light years away



you, with your superglue of the soul
could put me together, fragmented but whole


Celeste Côté

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