some words are harder to say than others. these are impossible...but it will explain why i get so weird. why it upsets me so much. why it was completely the wrong thing to say in that situation. the words are resting on my tongue but my lips are swollen shut. sometimes i have to make it so that i have to tell you something. now i have to tell
The warmth that was running through my veins it now begins to chill. the initial fervor bcomes stale the mysticism is dead words no longer rest on the edge of my breath they now sit in my head in the form of doubt now even this winter night with you in cold.