(0375) unusual daydream

underground, their carcasses rot as the future spirals out of control.. not unlike souls that couldn't do anything but help to take notice. what was your name? why is the sky chock-full of the lies of limitless possibilities? this doesn't surprise him. we were waiting on the other side of a promise that never came.

three weeks later, all was known, and it wasn't pretty. we exhaled the abstract sounds of the summer and didn't know who we were. from then on, i was leaking that strangest fluid of mystery that made me think i was different every passing day. the thing that made me think i was who i was. information age lacking, what could have been responsible for this new, foreign substance? it didn't matter. this idea of rising to the top and being loved by too many people to count was always bullshit anyway.

we would've loved to float around with the stars, but reality fucked us all over. imagination was useless. right now, we choke on our words and spit out broken sentences. yes. this is what meaning is all about.

(0374) empty chairs

i take the bad and form it into some good.
i used to assume my life had been overlooked.
my ceiling is never higher than what i need,
and i stand inside a haze of disillusioned dreams.
leave it to silence to ask us why
we never feel anything because we never have the time.
i feel my veins starting to fill up with blood,
but there's nothing left. it's just a rationing of luck.
you hold the flash cards as i try to remember
where we were eight years ago on this day in december.
we wait for summer to hydrate our brains
with what's been lost in the freezing, winter rain.
i need to carry over all that feeling
that i used to have when we were just barely breathing.
what doesn't bloom eventually comes back later
as i dream of empty chairs and blank pages of paper.
i loved his sister in the way i loved music.
with passion oozing from my pretentious confusion.

a circle doesn't need to finish where it starts.
it goes round and round while forcing our plans to come apart.
and that's a good thing once you realize you're dead.
a bullet i've seen many times inside my own head.
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this is all i need - an everchanging picture that represents my past.
it's been too long, and it's gone by all too fast.