(0383) commutation

and when i look at you now, all i see is silence.

a disappearing monument to the memories we hold so dear with vague recollections.
a cigarette to walk back all the wasted neurons spent on memorizing.
and there's nothing at the turnpike now.
i once was blank and out of sorts, and then i ended up inside a vacuum of hazy skylines.
just picturing the perfect view.
make me an offer i can't refuse, and i'll choke on my breath.
walls of sound are the only replacement for a worthless youth.
your soul is etched into the blood of my veins, but you fail to understand what i mean.
i try to believe in things that i know are not real, if only because it's an interesting dream.

to have had to struggle to get here was not in the plan,
but i love the moments that make me realize that i don't know where i am.