art, by william tyler ast

put a few people on pedestals and they can tell us why we hurt.

a well spent day brings happy sleep.

the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

of those ghosts I’ve loved

Oh? I’m fine.

and the darkness in her eyes makes me want to die

I like to look for things no one else catches.