Sep 08, 2010 04:40
i don't remember how it tastes like. this feeling of knowing. i'm walking down a hallway, and i'm sliding my shoulder along the walls. i will breathe it one day. if i just hold my breath.
i'm pouring menthol into the bleeds. it sizzles and pops. there's electrical wires along the edges. i'm running home into the dream world. i really do not want this space right now.
you promised me a rose garden.
if i hide today, will you one day come and find me? i'm dropping the string this time. when i walk this way there's no turning back. it's all or nothing. either we lose ourselves or we make it to the other side.
all i do is talk to myself.