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Falling faster and faster, fading...
thoughts are running through my mind so quickly that they're practically incomprehensible.
feeling all too many things at once. remembering and letting go. scared of what once was and now is so far into the past, not even time could save it.
seeing, seeing, seeing so many details of life. almost as if they were all separate images, crammed into a frame.
dissecting my reality.
captivation.
remember dying.
life seems all too surreal.
a brush from the past opened my eyes and sent me running, crying, shaking... wanting to forget. wanting to close my eyes tight and relinquish all scars left over from the wreckage. wanting to scream and look and show you, but knowing that seeing too much is not always a good thing.
beautiful.
it's too beautiful. is it real?
her.
eyes open widely, revealing such an immaculate innocence. it was almost too much to take in.
flawless, open, ready...
my hands brush her face and silently, I sigh and momentarily, forget to breathe.
compare and contrast: the person you are now with the person you were then.
fear sets in. can we really change that much? is the person that I have been most of my life changed? or sleeping?
time lapse.
change of scenery.
I see you and want nothing else.
I see you and want to stay.
cinematic.
it was.
it was what I've always wanted.
to feel this.
and to stay.
thoughts are running through my mind so quickly that they're practically incomprehensible.
feeling all too many things at once. remembering and letting go. scared of what once was and now is so far into the past, not even time could save it.
seeing, seeing, seeing so many details of life. almost as if they were all separate images, crammed into a frame.
dissecting my reality.
captivation.
remember dying.
life seems all too surreal.
a brush from the past opened my eyes and sent me running, crying, shaking... wanting to forget. wanting to close my eyes tight and relinquish all scars left over from the wreckage. wanting to scream and look and show you, but knowing that seeing too much is not always a good thing.
beautiful.
it's too beautiful. is it real?
her.
eyes open widely, revealing such an immaculate innocence. it was almost too much to take in.
flawless, open, ready...
my hands brush her face and silently, I sigh and momentarily, forget to breathe.
compare and contrast: the person you are now with the person you were then.
fear sets in. can we really change that much? is the person that I have been most of my life changed? or sleeping?
time lapse.
change of scenery.
I see you and want nothing else.
I see you and want to stay.
cinematic.
it was.
it was what I've always wanted.
to feel this.
and to stay.