(0389) dead weight

bleeding from your eyes, your memory erodes until no one's home so you fall down and get stuck in the novelty of nostalgia. trying to breathe for days, but oxygen is lacking in this new place. incubation was underway, but the sun doesn't even care anymore. stay behind that line. make me roll my eyes a million times, but we're just copies. carbon copies of a botched operation gone wrong. failure to make haste.. the world may as well exist within a single day.. and it does within our fucked up eyes.. the false dictation left us ill-equipped to deal with all this shit in just one trip. on the upside, we are somehow still alive.

they make it seem so gray, but they fail to get in our way.

just fog in the headlights.. so when you find you're broke in two, just make do with what you already knew.. because every day is like the rest but just based on a different circumstance.. walk away and don't remember what you thought you needed.

(0388) the relics of beauty

beneath the disfigured drawings lie a vague truth of rational uncertainty we were designed to forget.
i was sleeping while someone else flipped the switch and woke up in a radically different environment.
it was a sultry day but blindingly bright and sunny, and at last, the nightmare was over.

now, we wait with shortness of breath and tremors at bedtime, but make no mistake - the wheels are already in motion.
no reason to panic ever again. it's only a dream.