Everything i've done culminates to this. Are my
dreams impossible or are they just intangible? is this the real or surreal? can you feel the walls closing in? an extrovert trapped inside a mime theirs no more time. holding out for what is mine. i'm falling i'm calling out to endless ghosts with no faces. hanging by a thread when all is done an said. loneliness has lead to this steady decline into my bed of melancholy and the mercy of winter air.
and how is it this piercing joy has reared its ugly head once again? my sure elation at the prospect of vacation from once again.
being alone is not for me. its in this dark room alone where shadows bother me. reminding me that i'm the only one who understands how deep you can fall with the thoughts and the feeling that everyone else is happy
when your just a wreck. jealous and lonely. and no one understands but somehow you do.
i know you won't understand.
(Shawn VanBrocklin) until the ever twisting, unwinding of the time has wrapped itself around you. with the walls closing in, running out of time's running circles around your mind. spinning too fast to seem still but maybe then you will understand
