(0294) living through wires

waking up the feeling lost in your brain. deciphered meanings don't feel the same. don't look past the rain. don't tell me your name. don't mix up the paint.

desolate and warm, breathing for truth connected in time, living through wires, void of desire, and watching the end of the world unfold in front of my eyes.

the lack of sound makes for something beautiful to see, but i'll never understand why you wasted away.
the signal comes and goes like dust on television screens as we dissolve into the future on a cloudy day.

preface that book with a warning, but i'd still like to see what it says inside the spine.
wreckless intent with a contextual diagram attached to the bones.
cut out the lights when the electric bill is getting hard to pay.

and i'm still learning to walk. i fell down when i heard you talk. yes, i did.
i stood back up to hunt down the things i needed to find, but i can't remember the way back in my mind.

scrambled eggs and a slice of toast. the lucky boy is the one who loves you the most.
snap the picture and let me step outside of the frame. it's no one's fault, but i'll be here to take the blame.