Your arm is bleeding. That is fine, I don't care. Your train is leaving. I know, I told it to.
This is my in my own head as I am stuck on a train I never wanted to step onto. I left knowing that I could step in any direction and still feel like I was going the wrong way.
A walk occurs between the burrito place and my friend's apartment. A torrent of rain keeps it company halfway.
The moving image in front of me is myself suspended over the foreground. I am staring out of a window into myself.
I think it's time to stop searching for people or places to fall in love with. I align my life congruent with another. I obsess about them. I become jealous of distance and time. I expect unreasonable things to be done for us to be together. I have to stop helplessly following people. I must stop trailing behind waiting for anything that comes out. I need to forget how to need it.
This is my in my own head as I am stuck on a train I never wanted to step onto. I left knowing that I could step in any direction and still feel like I was going the wrong way.
A walk occurs between the burrito place and my friend's apartment. A torrent of rain keeps it company halfway.
The moving image in front of me is myself suspended over the foreground. I am staring out of a window into myself.
I think it's time to stop searching for people or places to fall in love with. I align my life congruent with another. I obsess about them. I become jealous of distance and time. I expect unreasonable things to be done for us to be together. I have to stop helplessly following people. I must stop trailing behind waiting for anything that comes out. I need to forget how to need it.
