wistful metaphors dance in the shadows memories pushed aside resurface smooth words are inviting as my skin fades to pale my heart submerged into your shadows catty illusions of what was of what is peering through the window i watch your immortal screenplay i loathe when i dissect your shadows my dreams become worn with ghosts
Yikes. It's almost 4am. I am truly losing it. It seems like just a couple hours ago I made my last cracked out post. I still haven't gone to bed. I was fine until I realized what time it actually was. At this point I'm kind of blank. Once I go to sleep I am not going to wake easily.