I am harping on a soul that is claimed by another.

mixing and melting, meshing into a space that has no room for me.

simple in ways that may complicate others,

can't shake a feeling bound by imagination

tossing in covers looped in music,

everything feels like a trip made possible by acid and rainbow colored walls,

im now lost in the image of making starkissed love to a love belonging to another.

A flower already picked and dying for another.