premature rebirth
YOUR SMELL, NAUSEATING.
THE TASTE OF YOUR LIPS, DISGUSTING.
i'd just like to forget.
shall i sleep this week away?
yea, maybe.
i showered the way i aways have. i combed my hair, parting it on the left as i've always done. i put lotion on my skin, starting with my legs, skipping my stomach for my arms, then returning to my tummy, just as i always do.
when i looked into the mirror though, it wasn't me looking back.
i don't like what i see.
it's disgusting.
"If you walk away, I’ll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way
And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it’s looking this way"
THE TASTE OF YOUR LIPS, DISGUSTING.
i'd just like to forget.
shall i sleep this week away?
yea, maybe.
i showered the way i aways have. i combed my hair, parting it on the left as i've always done. i put lotion on my skin, starting with my legs, skipping my stomach for my arms, then returning to my tummy, just as i always do.
when i looked into the mirror though, it wasn't me looking back.
i don't like what i see.
it's disgusting.
"If you walk away, I’ll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way
And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it’s looking this way"