I don’t remember what life is like. I am consumed by doing stuff for other people and this strange sense of loneliness. I’m surrounded yet never touched. And just when things were starting to come together everything is falling apart in a weird way that doesn’t even really resemble falling apart. In fact it isn’t even in pieces.
Stop making sense.
Disown your future.
Stop making love to the past, especially one that didn’t happen.
This is beginning of something new and exciting.
This is the end of time.
Stop making sense.
I still believe in fairy tales. In white horses and rescues.
[None of which will come.]
And in the hollow solitude of never growing up I think I felt something poke me in the eye.
[Wake the fuck up.]
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oh lord, i know far too well how you feel.