Dec 03, 2014 05:27
Messages in the sand. Brother and sisters now ghost move gently over waves of glass. Im here...stuffed up in a pinnacle of a lie. U cant abstract, what...love
You cant, assume that. Where I come from.
We are...alive, we are dead...we are what we decide, too truths...resolving, pin-holed in the sky.
So high. I cant seem to divide, all the different ways i walk in the directions of your, fleeting cries.
I'm in too many places at once, visions of you surround me.
I need to convince myself that time is not my lover. Time is the great deceiver, an all encompassing blanket cover.
Tastes like yester-year's heroin. Cotton candy snakes, unraveling all the sweet sides of me.
"Its like I don't even know you anymore." -(static sounding sample of someone saying this in conversation)
-Set to the music of Com Truise - Alfa Beach