Turn around and walk back home

Good news for people who love bad news. 
We've lost the plot and we just can't choose. 
We are hummingbirds who are just not willing to move. 
And there's good news for people who love bad news. 
We are hummingbirds who've lost the plot and we will not move. 
We have good news for anyone who loves bad news. 

take the money and run.

everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.

infedelity

I found the fragrance separate from the flower
In all the logic I was lost
I found the fair light blossom to be sour
And beneath the soil the real cost
You came to me carelessly
I am iris and the lense
The bridge adjusting to the water water water water
The level inside will rise
A fallen monument lies



A prism is only walls
My arms will not be bars
The well now is your support
In autosuggested pathways you are caught
You came to me carelessly
I am iris and the lense
The bridge adjusting to the water water water water
The level inside will rise
A fallen monument lies

i need another altered reality

i fucking hate it.  i can't control my life,  nothing has changed.  i'm still in that little box, with no windows and no doors.  for awhile i thought i escaped, but i was wrong, 

so very wrong.

my life in a nutshell:

we speak the unspoken

i said i wouldn't burn bridges

now look at them go

so fragile

a cool breeze blows me down

my skin flakes like aging parchment

my eyelids creak as if they are rusting hinges

vision is fading

hearing becomes distant

a cool fog surrounds my being

i cannot penetrate 

i cannot escape 

fiction.

maybe my life is already scripted.