close your eyes and i'm here
i open mine and i swear
nothing could have led me to believe
the ceiling is so far away
i watch the clouds rush with every hour
with each second that fades i cower
when we leave
nothing is the same
how could space contain
the moments time can't number
the breathing that never began cannot cease
nothing could have led me to believe
i look at my hands chipped
glass fingertips
falling off as i try to touch the world
the people who have tried to inhabit
this space that wasn't meant for them
their gentle touch gone frightens the wind
i beg for forgiveness
i never wanted this to rip through us
now we are apart
in this space that doesn't exist
everything here is falling apart
like my glass fingertips
If you get it, you are awesome.
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Words spill out of me like punctured buckets of paint sometimes.
It's kinda gross.
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**** Just realized today is my 1 year anniversary on the site. Cool.