魂在前面飞，人在后面追 我嘴粘着杯，喝着香咖啡 --- [5 Nov 2024] during the hungry ghost festival where we burn paper money effigies offering to beings that aren't here it's the beginning of november still my eyes sting from smoke still i burn even if you aren't here --- [4 Nov 2024] our wills and fates do so contrary run. --- [3 Nov 2024] every second every minute hour and day it slips through my fingers like fine gold sand in a desert storm i can't see your face in my mind's eye ---