There's a spot for us between the sun and the earth, where the clouds collide and language becomes inadequate to describe what is before you. Bleeding through multiple pages till you end up at the center, in the middle of our ugly story of lust, ripping it apart at the spine despite my desperate cries in an attempt to stop you. Peeling back your eyelids layer by layer till you can see what I see, till you can feel the tremendous weight keeping me grounded to this earth - without it I'd be far from here by now. Chained to the ordinary, you're ordinary, you don't mean a thing to me. If it's all true, if skies stay summer clear and there's enough to go around and feed the souls of the helpless, then why did I spend my time wasted? Planning that which cannot be plotted on a map, X'ing where I should have O'ed and crossing the letters which really called for dots. Zipping my mouth shut is a hobby I've never been too fond of, the words pile up behind my lips and fight to be heard. They keep traveling up my throat and toward my teeth until my body becomes exasperated and I can no longer refrain from giving them the air they deserve. I choke, I always choke. Playing the part of baby in the corner, disappointed and desperately seeking two new palms and ten new toes and a nice face to accompany them. Oh but we don't belong anywhere, nowhere together, all places apart. You're too weak and I'm too much.
Soundtrack:
Bjork - Wanderlust
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