Hearts pound like morse code running through past memories as if my eyes flipped backwards and I was watching my life through a series of shots and cuts. What's memorable slows while we are constantly cutting to continuity. What doesn't matter seems to occupy my mind and I'm constantly attempting to retract what's there to make room for truth.
Posted by iamnothealthy on 2008-07-14 23:57:54 | Rating: | Views: 31