Sanctuary: orange t-shirt and a black skirt.

Monday, August 28, 2006

orange t-shirt and a black skirt.

you pull yourself in and blame gravity. you surround yourself with walls of grace to hide, the little things that have absolutely no room to even exist, they're just in your mind - wake up already. watch your reflection walk ahead, while you're still on your knees. it's not okay, it's not so easy to fall
down - it's not right. come home and sleep.
or just
make peace with the ground.

they spoke of everything and meant nothing, used every word and wasted it all on selling their souls to neverending, never-to-be-real dreams. wrapped up, pretty little curls, disconnect from the inside for beautiful breakdowns. if there was any control, you wouldn't know. that's what comes out of that spilt second when you wake up and you don't know who i am. your eyes open, you don't see me.
foreign light sources like decembers when everything is painful and cold - sharpness increases, and focus will be on the things you try to hide the most, your walls of grace are falling. white and cold feet, dark and numb faces. the sun never comes out, and memories repeat themselves to the point where the're so blurry
you give it all away.

there are days when i'm absolutely sure of who you are and what you want from me, those days have a lifespan of a few minutes, there is a new day every few minutes this way. i know what not to do. i just don't know 'what' to do.

a few silent tears and unspoken words don't change a thing. you'll eventually forget this look. skin blocks light, sound penetrates it and the
memory knows it
will

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Monday, August 28, 2006

orange t-shirt and a black skirt.

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