Quiet the mind that stirs
Valuable notions go undisturbed
I feel like a celebration of the unofficial morgue, I felt desperation and still I wonder who I was

Chelsea. Hugh. Lilac school.
I wanted buttons on my backpack that stayed on through natural disaster-

Not big storm oh fuck we-are-at-her-whim disaster
I mean Natural like casual or meant-to-be
And Disaster like calamity of any size, considering the context

I make and fix the mess
Natural, but a disaster, like a little girl who doesn’t believe in that much