I am cascading through myself,
and no one can save me.
We’re outside some gig.
A light rain.
An almost mist.
My knees are cold, and there are too many people,
and I have never felt more alone.
You’re waiting for me to reciprocate.
Everything is white noise.
I’m caught in the eddy of your words,
watching waves flicker into being,
before dashing on the cobbles beside my feet.
All of my existence has been an ephemeral becoming.
I’m in a car.
My flatmate screams at his window for a single second before apologising.
I’m climbing out the side of my apartment,
because I’ve locked myself out of my room,
and I no longer fear death.
The other day I thought I heard you singing.
I watch cars pass.
They bleed into the city.
A breath without beginning or end.
Reality loses definition,
or perhaps I do.
My knees are cold.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
I am cascading through myself,
and no one can save me.
We’re outside some gig.
A light rain.
An almost mist.
My knees are cold, and there are too many people,
and I have never felt more alone.
You’re waiting for me to reciprocate.
Everything is white noise.
I’m caught in the eddy of your words,
watching waves flicker into being,
before dashing on the cobbles beside my feet.
All of my existence has been an ephemeral becoming.
I’m in a car.
My flatmate screams at his window for a single second before apologising.
I’m climbing out the side of my apartment,
because I’ve locked myself out of my room,
and I no longer fear death.
The other day I thought I heard you singing.
I watch cars pass.
They bleed into the city.
A breath without beginning or end.
Reality loses definition,
or perhaps I do.
My knees are cold.
6:15am, February 3rd 2016
i am unfurling at the speed of light
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