i want to live in a world of aesthetics. maybe not the future i was promised, but one nonetheless. a dreamers dystopia re-apropreated, with rain and flowers alike.

i am sick of expectations and ambitions. i simply want to exist in the quiet stillness. i want to lie down until i rot. i love the aesthetics of sailor moon, or synthetic nightlife, of a future that never was. one that we were promised.

i just want to do nothing and be okay with doing nothing. to sit and read and play the ukulale and talk with friends. but i cant.

alas

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