moving forward

Nov 03, 2009 19:41

"I am going to the doctor. I'm going through my mind. I'm airing every thought out in the sun ...
I hear them call my name. That's when I talk until I'm blue, sweat my thoughts onto a couch, become the notes ... page by page, until I'm filed away.

And now it mostly comes in waves, but it's not real, it's just my brain. I know imbalance is to blame, but either way, I'll have to keep it at bay.
It's true that you'll have to find yourself, so dig up unstable grounds."

This is what he needs right now.

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