(no subject)
One of the blinds in the labs has twisted into a gnarled fan shape and i can't help staring. Instead of looking out, I stare transfixed at the cutout shape between me and outside, against the pane of glass. It is cold and windy out there, but being sick and on foot has not prevented me from getting my fix lately.
NOthing can kill it for me these days,
I almost wish something would
Harsh voices, loud sounds
cold nights and long hours
I don't care about much else
probably as much as one should
I've let her steal my focus
willingly and without regret
Now the bed is empty
as it has been for days
the light shines in through the mirror
and a voice echoes in the glass box:
a pale imitation
for a poor consolation,
this version is covered in rust
building up deeper as water falls
I followed but I arrived alone
how well do I really know her?
she puts it out for all to see
i might be closer in some respects
for coming back, and being there
always the same places
are both foreign and familiar
but there is a large rift
between regognition and affection
NOthing can kill it for me these days,
I almost wish something would
Harsh voices, loud sounds
cold nights and long hours
I don't care about much else
probably as much as one should
I've let her steal my focus
willingly and without regret
Now the bed is empty
as it has been for days
the light shines in through the mirror
and a voice echoes in the glass box:
a pale imitation
for a poor consolation,
this version is covered in rust
building up deeper as water falls
I followed but I arrived alone
how well do I really know her?
she puts it out for all to see
i might be closer in some respects
for coming back, and being there
always the same places
are both foreign and familiar
but there is a large rift
between regognition and affection