I'll be doing just fine, tripping along, until its jeweled tone catches my attention my veins thrum and my wrists swell and I can't help but remember how fun it is to watch that thread unravel.
I'm tripping ******* the seam between the sidewalks listless and breathless I'm falling back and forth, holding out for a helping hand, waiting for my knight.
Honey I hurt myself years ago, you wouldn't remember, but I've never told you and I don't know how. Darling, trust me, I'm fine now, I just don't want you to think your dad was right, that I'm damaged.
My mind is filled with a dull fog lightly dusting thoughts and memories allowing access only by feel, stumbling as though through a dark room and so when I write through the fog the underlying residents of my mind voice their thoughts and concerns and its funny because I don't even hear what they're saying until its down on the screen.
I think.. I think I dreamt about you. Or maybe its a memory... just a remnant of your face your silhouette before me its dark and cool but temperate and shadows dance upon your face while my head plays that familiar song repeatedly.