my memories of yesteryear are floating in the air
let the chips fall were they maythose damn chips are not falling in the right placethe chips are damaged, the memories refraineduntil my end, the air will hold our willthat feeling of happiness that can be everywherereally, really isyet my eyes stay open beyond hoursmy mind racing through time and spaceno one, ever, ever thought i'd get this farand personally, i had rather notunderstanding misunderstandingsmaking sense of this "world" around mefixing unbroken things, and breaking iceand an endless indulgence of slow poisonnothing fulfilling, everything's souryet my mind is knowing, really,contradictions and imperfectionsare my natural enemywhy do people say i'm shooting my own foot?that one sentimental one after midnight
Posted by NeutralReiddHotel on Dec. 5, 2015, 3:45 a.m.