(0335) twenty minutes from the end

we're cautious to break open the egg.. if we only knew how it would taste. the tragedy is heavy in this air, but circumstance has helped me to prepare. i write it all down at once and use a million different fonts. inhale again and stay up until the negative thoughts are dead. can't keep them out of my head.

i sedate myself to try to get to sleep, and all i hear is the rain falling on the street. false advertisements everywhere you look, but these pages will one day form into a book. he tries to talk, but he can't. he's busy watering the plants. they'll slowly grow and branch out, even in the snow. a new place to call home.

time tries to negotiate with space, but space tells time that it needs to learn to wait. we're only twenty minutes from the end, but i fucked up, and there's no ink left in the pen. attached myself to a string and slowly lowered myself in. i swim until i can't see land, and the sky is in high demand so i decide to reach for your hand.