(0337) leaky faucet

defragmented through the wires that don't exist now in the back of my mind. serrated onto my skin, and i don't even know where to look to begin. lost somewhere in the dark.. can't remember where we are. starving, but i don't care.. because there's something beautiful at which to stare... ... picked up on the disease. the intersectional cuts of a lobotomy. it's still floating somewhere, drifting about. why try to understand what you will always doubt? protective of the things you can't control, and there's no way for you to see this hole. i'd look to see the time on the wall, but i don't want to know that it's moving at all.

guess i'll just have to walk towards the light in the sky.
i can hardly see why nothing comes out when i talk.

dressed up the past and called it home, but now i know.
now, i know.