that was when.

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.
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