the twinkling footsteps in the background, drowning out all your fears.
look up to the floodlight, they will hide your falling tears.
quite often i'm afraid to think. i'm afraid of what my mind conceives, because there is no hiding or running away. sometimes its safer, happier, to just not think. life could be simple, if only we wanted it enough.
listen to the wind, sliding across your face.
wooosh... wooosh...
still searching for direction, looking for my constant.
its the little things that scare me. its always the damned little things. how i wish i could draw and draw up a witty comic about how i feel. but i cant draw, and i cant witty.
still drifting around, trying to find somewhere that fits. perhaps i will spend all eternity drifting. i could breathe dreams, i could eat hope and i could drink wishes. i could survive on nothing at all. but i cant. no one can. or rather, no one should.
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