they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
i often feel like this.
impermeable by anyone's love or kindness..trapped in a jar, looking out at the world surrounding me through a haze of murky feelings, barely breathing. i can't put into words the thoughts and emotions that have been sending me in a slow downward spiral over the last few months. over the last 23 years, even. as i get closer to what i want in life, i pull further and further from humanity, till one day i will have disappeared completely inside myself. i like retiring to my dreams, places i belong. i'm often troubled by the idea that i don't belong in this world; i'm just a visitor, a traveller. i feel a certain affinity with gypsy culture because i've never felt that i belonged to any place or person. the moments where i actually do feel like i'm a part of this earth has been in the company of complete strangers i may never see again. i feel closer to them than i do to the people i've known for years.
i've been wanting to talk to someone about this for awhile, but i can't afford doctors anymore. and no one else understands or can figure out what's wrong with me. i don't want to revert to old ways and indulgences, and this time i'm really trying not to. impulses keep getting stronger, and it makes me tired and dizzy trying to fight them. i just want to lay curled on the wooden floor while someone touches my hair and sings quietly.
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying,
as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet,
rings of flowers round your eyes
and I'll love you for the rest of your life (when you're ready)
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
i often feel like this.
impermeable by anyone's love or kindness..trapped in a jar, looking out at the world surrounding me through a haze of murky feelings, barely breathing. i can't put into words the thoughts and emotions that have been sending me in a slow downward spiral over the last few months. over the last 23 years, even. as i get closer to what i want in life, i pull further and further from humanity, till one day i will have disappeared completely inside myself. i like retiring to my dreams, places i belong. i'm often troubled by the idea that i don't belong in this world; i'm just a visitor, a traveller. i feel a certain affinity with gypsy culture because i've never felt that i belonged to any place or person. the moments where i actually do feel like i'm a part of this earth has been in the company of complete strangers i may never see again. i feel closer to them than i do to the people i've known for years.
i've been wanting to talk to someone about this for awhile, but i can't afford doctors anymore. and no one else understands or can figure out what's wrong with me. i don't want to revert to old ways and indulgences, and this time i'm really trying not to. impulses keep getting stronger, and it makes me tired and dizzy trying to fight them. i just want to lay curled on the wooden floor while someone touches my hair and sings quietly.
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying,
as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet,
rings of flowers round your eyes
and I'll love you for the rest of your life (when you're ready)