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it's almost everything that had always been around. but no one noticed it. everything that somehow just got lost and no one bothered to go looking for because they never noticed it was there in the first place. because of that: it ended up killing everything you thought you had a good grip on. every part of your life that you took for granted just disappeared. almost as if it was eaten by some infimate black abyss that was just sitting in your backyard waiting for the scraps. you forgot it just as easily.
somewhere between writing down names and numbers for when you get upset and need someone to spill every last detail about how your wife cheated on you with every man that crossed paths with her flaming hair and scribbling around the outer edge of the piece of paper delaying the phone call longer and longer because you cant seem to draw the turtle the correct way you want it to look. thats when you forgot how to move, but you just wanted to keep drawing and delaying with not even one thought to the fact your life was being sucked away by sparky the giant abyss. I'm sorry you killed off everything you ever wanted to hold on to. even the alcohol didnt want your kisses anymore. or maybe it was your stomach that couldnt take it anymore.
those last few steps before you got to the door was spent debating how hard you should knock. each decision crucial to the next move. knocking too light couldve indicated you were ok. (but everyone knew you werent) The result from knocking too hard is obvious to anyone what is going through you head. When you arrived at the door, all that thinking was pointless because you cowardly turned away and got into your car and left, only to rightfully prove what everyone thought about you in the first place. but obviously this story isnt about knocking on a door in the least bit.
somewhere between writing down names and numbers for when you get upset and need someone to spill every last detail about how your wife cheated on you with every man that crossed paths with her flaming hair and scribbling around the outer edge of the piece of paper delaying the phone call longer and longer because you cant seem to draw the turtle the correct way you want it to look. thats when you forgot how to move, but you just wanted to keep drawing and delaying with not even one thought to the fact your life was being sucked away by sparky the giant abyss. I'm sorry you killed off everything you ever wanted to hold on to. even the alcohol didnt want your kisses anymore. or maybe it was your stomach that couldnt take it anymore.
those last few steps before you got to the door was spent debating how hard you should knock. each decision crucial to the next move. knocking too light couldve indicated you were ok. (but everyone knew you werent) The result from knocking too hard is obvious to anyone what is going through you head. When you arrived at the door, all that thinking was pointless because you cowardly turned away and got into your car and left, only to rightfully prove what everyone thought about you in the first place. but obviously this story isnt about knocking on a door in the least bit.