Writing...writing is only an escape an escape from my life dealing dealing with the things i cannot but i survive anyway looking at the world in third person only makes the view of my life more pathetic to watch i realize i'm escaping temporarely friends, drugs, hobbies good, bad, indifferent i hate the idea of seeing myself with a smile only to fall asleep upside down the way i look at the world is incisive and i wish i didn't know better i wish i could not care but for myself and that would be enough enough to escape the feeling of dead weight in my chest the anWriting...
containersbreak away the barriers that i've put up for myself away the walls i try to hide myself in between so small i become scared i cannot breathe but do i want to? do i want what's inside my box? do i want the box and what's been put into it maybe if i lived in a sphere maybe then i wouldn't have to worrycontainers
about knowing what direction to look in about the things i stare at all night long with my eyes opened with my eyes closed morning is supposed to bring absolution i know i will be looking at the same thing when my eyes open
when they close they squee
the limbo beati'm falling just to stand up with these eyes getting lostthe limbo beat
in the electron reflector screens and these dead end halls walking the insane asylum playground stuck in a box for love for an idealic future from the past but i get a sorry instead so enter the game of chance and skill where the falling reminds me to stand up even when my body doesn't want to but when the limbo breaks me i can't
goodbye to say hello againstaring at the sleepers gazegoodbye to say hello again
and realizing your eyes are jaded
the thing i notice the most in time
it's because all focus faded
and with blithering shakes
and faultering wakes
i breath a sigh louder than last
i feel the sickness sitting
building up in me
making my thoughts and heart go fast
and as i hold on
i mouth out deep screams
of calling your name and it be over
all i can do
is follow through
because not together is all you can offer
and i bring my thoughts in
one last time in prayer
and hope
have a nice weekend
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I can still feel you, even so far away...
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