21 yards later
when it hits me it hits my heart and all of a sudden my perception is fuzzier than the memories i'll never retain because my brain refrains from holding in all that is uncomfortable in this four-corner world. the edges shake violently when falling either from great heights or off my rocker. the camera says it's not okay but i say this is all that's left for what happens happened and no one remembers the song the same way. i forgot what i said before my thoughts surfaced ready to be shot out the barrel but anyway, that's for another meaningless conversation we'll create so we don't have to stare at each others' obvious flaws. you're not as beautiful when i think of you in an existance outside of my mind. i'm not even real when i fall from grace. and something better to do will come along in the form of spinning discs and glass. leave my rusty skills at bay.
posted by fillshe @ 4:48 PM
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