vulnerable vocal chords echo from the second floor apartment
flash backs of virbrant yesterdays and vile visions haunt the happy child
theres no magic pill or sunshine she can swallow out of any bottle.
theres no suprise that the mirror reflects a stranger.
looking back she stares deeply into those dark black eyes.
they look mysterious and lost and so hurt.
But then there is face that covers up the bruises.
For a moment she screams in hopes to silences the shakes
It has almost been a year. Why does everything still feel so fucking near.
...there was always this strange sensation or lack there of.
but feeling more alive is scarier than feeling dead.
To live is much more unknown.
Intoxicate me with intimacy
Intrigue me with truth
blow my mind with beauty.
show me what it is like to feel okay to hold your hand.
