There are too many themes running through my head. My thoughts are running away when I tell them "I want to know you". Perhaps I am running. God, I talk weird. Do I really think this way? Do I speak this way? I FEEL LIKE A WISP. AM I REALLY HERE?
There is indiscriminate chatter on the subject of Burger King, happening below me.
And I am alive to the memories I put away, the ones I forgot to hang up in the windows of my mind.
Alive for only a moment, though.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
There are too many themes running through my head. My thoughts are running away when I tell them "I want to know you". Perhaps I am running. God, I talk weird. Do I really think this way? Do I speak this way? I FEEL LIKE A WISP. AM I REALLY HERE?
There is indiscriminate chatter on the subject of Burger King, happening below me.
And I am alive to the memories I put away, the ones I forgot to hang up in the windows of my mind.
Alive for only a moment, though.
