(0279) folding halfway

i was absorbed in my skin, and she was absorbed into all those dreamy fiction stories.
maybe that's why i should've known better, and maybe that's why it quickly became so hopelessly boring.
the three years that we knew each other - what a waste of time and endless amounts of money.
it gave a whole new meaning to defective by design while we were both under the influence of different things.
we spent our time alone in our heads while living together in the same empty house.
a tragic comedy of what happens when you dream big but don't have the desire to work it out.

they're looking neither backwards nor forwards. they're looking at a television or computer screen.
with a hook in their mouths, they swim right along until they've been sufficiently entertained and put to sleep.
in their dreams, they make love to movie stars, and when they wake up, they can't seem to even get out of bed.
another year. another fixation fulfilled in order to ignore your own head.