everything else.

Sit through the night, touch the sky, touch the void, claim what’s yours, get closer and closer to what you need, touch the back of your hand and then fall right back in the world you’re traped in, in the city full of people you’ll never know, then slowly start to forget and care less. Back and forth and on and on.

I already miss tomorow.

How can i smile more often if everything’s senseless all the time? Touch me, touch me ’cause it’s the only way i can feel alive.

Trying to get me? Stop trying. I don’t even get myself, so i guess it’s fucking pointless now isn’t it. Yeah… i thought so. Trying to understand others always seemed so easy to me. I almost have fun doing it, it’s so damn obvoius, it’s so fucking amaising how everything matches, how everything fits.. ‘Cause it’s not me. Figuring me out completely, that’s one thing i’ve never done. I don’t even think i even tried. Or maybe i did, failed, then erased it from my mind. Yeah…

 inhale

exhale

inhale

exhale

inhale

inhale

inhale

It’s ok, we’ll take care of it, of course we will. The road will start spinning, rain will fall on my skin, i’ll shiver, fuck i forgot where and when we were, were we? are we? …what? i can’t tell the difference, i’ll just have to guess. I’m guessing. I hate that. Where was i? I feel like i’m wasted all the time. There’s always so much more left to say…

Ah, again, where was i? Noone’s ever answered this one…

I don’t know. 

“why do you always have to say that??”

I… don’t know.

anything else..?

…everything else.

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