No matter how much I am moving,
I feel as though I am standing completely still.
I do not know which I am imagining,
And which is the truth.
What I want is either deafening noise or deafening silence.
They both terrify me so I do not know which is worse,
But I already feel the infinite volume of one.
I've been seeing in black in white,
I've been living in stolen houses,
I've been drinking forgotten liquor.
Let me out.
Let me out.
Let me out.
Let me in.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
No matter how much I am moving,
I feel as though I am standing completely still.
I do not know which I am imagining,
And which is the truth.
What I want is either deafening noise or deafening silence.
They both terrify me so I do not know which is worse,
But I already feel the infinite volume of one.
I've been seeing in black in white,
I've been living in stolen houses,
I've been drinking forgotten liquor.
Let me out.
Let me out.
Let me out.
Let me in.
Yes, I'm still here.
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