this is no delicate falling, no easy descent but ive fallen before, ive collapsed through this hole I recognize before me the all too familiar door that sways and swings forth
something happens and I have to start all over -would you like to begin the recovery process? No. break into the yolk, spill the matter never splatter pray to a different god, the one who controls the weather pray for the loudest thunder to drown the cries of your mother elevator, elevator – wrong floor, wrong floor
I wanna to scream so loudly because I need you to talk to me. Sometimes I dont recognize everything around me and I cant find myself through the looking glass – a broken glass. Only broken dreams can be wrought from a broken temporality. Im not searching for myself, I just want to hold her.
