the stars are falling while i climb the sky. slowly returning to an inebrated state of mind.
he was standing on the corner of life and death. leaning purposely to the right, swallowing his anticpation to fall. perched on the curb and ready to pounce, ready to die. he was past the point of tears, past hoping that things would get better. It had been four weeks since he last smiled, infact, four weeks since he let himseld display any emotion at all. He didnt show it, but he felt it all burrowing deeper and deepet into his heart, running wiled through his dug up vains.
this was real. fact, not fiction.wants vs. needs. one boy vs. the world. a game impossable to win,one of sharp steele vs. skin. but he had found a almost perverted sence of closure within the depths of failure and dispair, which he walked through everyday, its streets laced with nothing but the finest, most pure sence of recognition and familiarity.
It was raining but he couldnt care, and wouldnt even if he wanted to. you see,