

falling, collapsing, tearing.my heart is always falling, but i tell myself pretty lies. i tell myself that i'm flying, i'm soaring high into that blue blue sky, and that my broken heart won't touch the ground. i tell myself those beautiful lies so that i won't realise just how far i've fallen until it's too late to pick up the pieces of me which have shattered and spilled all over the rough concrete ground.falling, collapsing, tearing.
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my mind is always collapsing, but i tell myself not to worry about it. i tell myself how i want this delirium and kaleidoscope of colours to continue; because it's the only way i can see how i use to be. I tell myself not to worry so that


this probably isn't about youthis probably is about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three fourth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.this probably isn't about you
but really, this isn't about you.
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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