Tuesday, January 6, 2015

the real is struggle.

I DON'T KNOW HOW THE PIECES FIT
I DON'T
they must fit, they have to fit right?
::pushes the square peg into the round hole, damaging both::
I don't know how
|thepiecesfit|   they do, they do, they do
never mind
I'll follow you around our town
I'll ask you about your day and get spurned when it comes to answering them 
where did you go?
WHERE DID YOU GO WHERE
where did you go
you used to be right here with me, you were
we woke up and went to bed right next to each other, we were born on the same levels
and then \distance\ (it) crept in like a fog
blanketing us
and it stayed there until we couldn't navigate anymore 
you used to be right here with me
you were 
and as soon as that word came about, it's like your hands became slippery 
and you couldn't hold on anymore
where did you go?  
i need you back here with me
i need you