the seats fold down but they require sitting to stay down.
the lights go down but only long enough to suck us down.
we're watching the gelatin slide by. we stand by.
we're tasting embellishment and sucking up the nourishment.
we're stuck in this stupored bliss and not even knowing it.
it's nice for now to not be ourselves but still be us.
it's nice for now to not be us.
my hand is melting i swear. but it's melting in a good way.
it's nice to not be us.