(0330) out of sight

faded canvas comes to life. the secret told in the silence of night.

the dated, dusty roads are all that still remain. please let me know if i'm going to need a coat.

a disappearing writer whose words won't get him far because he's always been too busy talking to the stars.

the atrophy is speeding up. your magnetic soul consists of everything i'm not.

stuck in the air and going down, but i don't really care.

is this really what it is, or am i lost inside another dream?

persist with what you wish. the desert's in your eyes, and i need something stable to keep me alive.

i was a prisoner of war. i was bloodied and bruised. i made it out with broken arms, but now everything feels new.