Tired Eyes, Expired Skies.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
concentrate
I miss when this wasn't about big or small or bones or the future. Now that's all it is, now it's all I am and all I can see or hear or think. I can't say what I am out loud. I choke on my words and my voice doesn't work. All is stuck in neutral.
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