it's like a disease that the world has yet to find a cure for. day by day searching for the perfect textured skin to place between the wholes between each finger. interlaced for eternity. we can't help that feeling. the need to compare your shadow to the growing greys of the evening. you arent perfect, yet flawless had never been so expected. ill take it but the thought...its wrong. we all have that reflective image of ourselves walking the earth. monsters lurking around every corner, standing in your way between stop signs...next to you in an elevator, curling around your veins and peaking from behind your heart. looking down to see the eyes shift your way. eye contact. the melody they play is so beautiful. the trance blowing in your ear. you can feel that right? that whisper in the corner of your eye, making its way through your dimples on each knuckle. suddenly you dont know right from wrong, up from down. ive found the city we've all been looking for. see the key is...stop looking. right above the freckle on your left shoulder is where i'll lay my head. we're so tangled and corrupted.
don't forget my scent when we're on opposite ends of the compass. morning light, pure crisp melting air, thick with taste. enjoy what comes as 12:13 comes into light and brushes against your face along with the monsters walking in your door and out your window. if we could just disappear. where would we go? it seems as if it will always be this cold there.
listening to : Mum - I'm 9 today.
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