(no subject)

[silhouetteofyou]

The pauses and gaps in our conversation are
long and violent
like rips in the fabric of space that
suck us in
as we claw at the air.

There are three ways out of every jail,
you know that, right?
Any inmate'll tell you:
You can just walk out,
you can chisel and break out,
and you can burn the whole fucking thing to the ground and
just float away.

I'm giving you three seconds to say something,
then I'm lighting the match.