(0249) meditation on the medication
a quickness that sheltered the feelings. a look to the left to proceed. i walk out the building unchanged and decentered... a death in the false pretense not seen.
i frequently can't seem to focus on what it is i would like to and should. i trip over my miscalculations and get confused when reading this book.
there's nothing i've done to deserve it. broken glass stuck inside of my head. i carry on with my sickness, and you look at me like i'm dead.
trepidation continues without absence. they see nothing, and i walk away. a long drive with nothing to look at; with no blood wasted... as i fade out along the way.
a journey to make things get better but slowly getting nowhere each month. the chemicals get mixed up with the money, and the moon gets mixed up with the sun.
no one ever seems to even be there. everyone's too busy tonight. i could probably vanish if i wanted to, but there'd probably be nothing to blame but my sight.
it's all the same when you look from a distance. a boulevard, an avenue, a street, a dead-end. i'll think of the past just to remind myself that nothing ever turns out as planned.
she holds all the keys and locks all the locks. he stumbles and fumbles for an exit. a beautiful place to have seen you. an ugly place to have to remain.
the telephone call that i regret and a staircase i've fallen in love with. this is all i have to leave in my place. it's not his fantasy, and it sure as hell is not a myth.
i close my eyes just for a moment and try to let time have what's left. a drink that i wish i could taste. if i could commit a crime, it would be theft.
i frequently can't seem to focus on what it is i would like to and should. i trip over my miscalculations and get confused when reading this book.
there's nothing i've done to deserve it. broken glass stuck inside of my head. i carry on with my sickness, and you look at me like i'm dead.
trepidation continues without absence. they see nothing, and i walk away. a long drive with nothing to look at; with no blood wasted... as i fade out along the way.
a journey to make things get better but slowly getting nowhere each month. the chemicals get mixed up with the money, and the moon gets mixed up with the sun.
no one ever seems to even be there. everyone's too busy tonight. i could probably vanish if i wanted to, but there'd probably be nothing to blame but my sight.
it's all the same when you look from a distance. a boulevard, an avenue, a street, a dead-end. i'll think of the past just to remind myself that nothing ever turns out as planned.
she holds all the keys and locks all the locks. he stumbles and fumbles for an exit. a beautiful place to have seen you. an ugly place to have to remain.
the telephone call that i regret and a staircase i've fallen in love with. this is all i have to leave in my place. it's not his fantasy, and it sure as hell is not a myth.
i close my eyes just for a moment and try to let time have what's left. a drink that i wish i could taste. if i could commit a crime, it would be theft.
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