This movie's boring, mundane even. Maybe a month ago it still held onto some novelty, but no more. I want to start a new one; can we stop and begin again?
I thought life was living, but somehow it's all the in-between times, like this. Surely there is light somewhere beneath this crack in the surface. And here.
I'm a torn and fraying noose ever since you cut me loose. I'm brain without a skull, unprotected and dull. A sponge that can't release the pain, the trauma, and the rain. No, not without you cradling my splinters in your handmade mittens.
There are faint whispers here, but nothing comes to life in a vacuum. Am I sweating or is that your steady pulse shaking the table?
Please don't go there, don't leave me unless you're gone for good. You know I can't cut the strings myself. My patience is so thick that I can't breathe beneath it. You understand don't you?
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