Super G: spinning unconcealed
Super G: interstitial paranoia
Super G: slip into your breathing on the cusp of a dream
Super G: my heart is open, eyes are wide, my mind is free, my hands are tied. are we broken?
Super G: through the looking-glass
Super G: camouflaged
Super G: grating against the norm
Super G: when the pyramids fall back
Super G: we are more than the sum of our parts
Super G: a chain reaction of countermoves
Super G: night train
Super G: wildflower in the spring
Super G: lavender haze
Super G: I stand up with shaky hands
Super G: afterthought
Super G: drop me in the middle
Super G: I should not be left to my own devices
Super G: where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
Super G: twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind
Super G: drowning in my apogee
Super G: why don't you stay until tomorrow
Super G: float to the ground
Super G: I'm tripping over everything I didn't know was there
Super G: tracing patterns across a personal map
Super G: feel the hunger and the thirst
Super G: although my fears are real, the things I fear are not
Super G: bifurcated reflection
Super G: points on a curve
Super G: 5:15 on a Saturday night………
Super G: if there are ghosts to be found… it’s us who haunt the past