I thought I found you pining for my heart but you I was mistaken. In fact, you're still reaching for the fire escape from another's. I've got time and I won't wait for you alone. Not now.
To all the people beside my insides,
You don't control me. You might try to console me, but you are not me. You did nothing here. I'm a little
No. My words are gone again. In the car, or almost anywhere outside of the vacuum where I live, the words flood. Here the drought fills up the room with so much emptiness it's almost too hard to breathe. I hear voices in the distance telling me wait. I feel silence in the shadows and it crawls in through the tear in the gate. I can't keep tripping over empty footsteps as I make them myself. I make no sense but want desperately to compose with you. I want to compose with you. Where are you now?