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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Ever changing

The water drips
I'm in between the best days of my life and the lowest of the low
Beneath the layers of untangled memories of what was and what could have been are the bones of my mind hanging on to what's left of me
I lay here, staring at the dust bunnies on the ceiling fan
Wanting more, feeling more than you know

The pillows are too soft
It hurts my head, rattling and confusing my brain 
You're here with me though you're streets away 
We're breathing the same air on different levels of life but
We're doing this together

It takes one moment to break the silence
The water continues to drip
My head continues to hurt from the pillows
I am not alone yet you are here, you are near

Locked within the confines of my own spiderweb I'm clinging onto the light
Even in the insidious mirrors of the night can't stop me from you
I breathe the air you breathe 
I am the one you see
This isn't over
This means war

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