maybe in an altered state of mind...

brain cells fry, and children die. is there any point to this consciousness? pestering. neverending. Just let me breathe. "where i used to care, there's only air..." story of my life. The most superficial things i feared as though they were the faceless monster under the bed. the monster is no monster at all, but the aching and longing individual ( Read more... )

in a land of kisses and sunshine, of blades of grass dripping with dew from the morning mists, you're there with them.
and somewhere far. far from you. i keep fleeing. with the blades of grass and morning dew, growing into thick sharp blades, grazing my legs, and stinging.

then you never went to follow. you simply stayed with them. the elusive