My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

May 12

Going Nowhere

You’re full of darkness and noise, and a thousand pretty pictures, completely vivid, but so far away .

The darkness, the noise, they’re closer than any lover. They’re constant.

Those thousand pretty pictures, those vivid images you can’t touch, they’re just pain. They’re a longing for slit wrists and bullets in your head, but you’re going nowhere.

You’re sitting in the dark, killing time, and going nowhere.

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  1. Chris/ M-Brane May 12th, 2009 11:03 pm

    Going Nowhere—it’s beautiful

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