(0170) back and forth

abandoned cutaway. lost in traffic and hidden in the grass. drowned in an ocean you will never see. twisted an ankle and broke three bones. walking backwards. what a waste of time. i guess it was a lack of gravity; a lack of purpose. delusions of less significance while thinking about music with no sound. see beneath the ground and you will wither away slowly. my dissonance, my ignorance, and my restlessness make for a lovely conversation with myself. you were the one to leave. coward. an impossible daydream and you knew it all along. i almost froze out there, but oh well. it's warm now i suppose. i suppose we have no better judgment so we just guess all the way through with no tomorrow in sight. scatter like birds. nothing left but love and actions without reactions. just walk it off.

tension flood filling up the basement. forgot to turn on a light. follow the moon and get off at the nearest exit. "we're building future homes with many bedrooms and bathrooms. and we'll help you get a loan if you don't have the cash to make the monthly payments." save your souls and just patch the holes in your apartments. come down from that height. sewn up skin is less forgiving than you think. black waves of consciousness slowly fall away when all is regained. no lack of peripheral vision here. cities underwater and the end of the world just a breath away. tilt-a-whirl makes me sick. looks for an answer all the time.