we walk the walls in this freak of flesh, along the twists of our minds, against the powerflow of motionless logic. it;s an experience. it;s a test, that;s what it really is.

i face the weight of this gravity
i face the beauty in the things i can;t see
i face the weakness that has rendered me strong
i face the fate of my existence head on.

ready to bleed
ready to feel
ready to love.

set. go.

i am alive. i am awake.

everything that lives & dies entails a sacrifice of love. though the earth, the surf, the skies are gilded with goodbyes. millions of people walk in the cracks of the streets where we live. can;t we give them something they;re dying for?

& when the dead leaves fall, we;ll know then that time failed us. how do we die? how do we sleep? when we;re ready to be human, it;s going to be too fucking late.

music: ultimate fakebook; all the new poisons
mood: invalid