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I’m to tired to fight

I’m just going to lay right here

But im angry to sleep wihout you near

I’m not at home with myself

theres a ghost in my lungs 

and it ties in my sleep

wraps its self around my chest

as I softly sleep.

You always said we’d make it somewhere, maybe into space. Maybe we’d shoot away on a rocket and no one would ever catch us.

There’s always that moment where time stands still. Where everything is suddenly non-existent and nothing else really matters. Nobody else is even alive except you and the person you’re with. You stopped perceiving time and all the weight you’ve been carrying around is lifted because you realized there is no where to fall, right now you’re only existing. 

 Maybe that’s the importance of living in the moment. Because then its gone, and you gain back perception and all that weight feels a hundred times heavier. And then you are wishing you could go back to that moment and just stay there.

 But maybe just like time, moments can stretch or contract its size to fit the user’s views. What if life itself can be seen as one moment, instead of a series of moments in which to live.

And I’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me

Such as living with the uncertainty

hat I’ll never find the words to say which would

Completely explain just how I’m breaking down

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack

And all around the world was waking, I never could go back

‘Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open

And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.

If I were a line
I think I’d be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
I’d sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.