in one month.

Then we saw the houses

The ones we saw every time we opened our eyes to breathe

Past the droplets on the glass, into the future

We took in the simple pleasures

And feeling safe and comfortable

I asked a simple question

In a brief sigh

“Do we know? And how?”

I did not know that this would be used against me latter

My unsurity.

Latter my death.

I never doubted the present.

Moments held too much proof to be disproved.

It was the supposed tos, the what’s rights, that started my dissent

My definition was a question “Is this real life?”

And when doubt came in I began to fight

I used paper clips to brand myself,

I used the pliers to rip the connections

I exploded.

I was chaos.

          and pain.

Now my music is too quiet

And the memories drown the colours

ask me why and I’ll pay you to understand

Because I fell through the cracks

Because I lost it all

Because I was wrong

          Because I was doomed

But all I’ll really say is

                   I don’t know

                  

Because I don’t.

Want to call me?